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**** Medical Bay – Just Before Dawn Elena blinked awake beside Grayson, his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek. He stirred. "I could get used to this," he whispered. "Me too." The sunrise painted the walls in amber and gold. But peace, they knew, was only ever borrowed. And someone, somewhere, was already planning how to take it back. **** Author’s Note 💌 Thank you for reading this chapter! Don’t forget to follow, leave a comment, and add this book to your library so you never miss an update! Your support means the world to me.❤️ – Love, Rayo B ✨

I closed my eyes and, for the first time since the Queen’s voice had cut into my head, pictured Gregor cutting a path through the dark, black fur flashing like a blade, and knew, absurdly and fiercely, that nothing short of the world ending would keep me from him. ***** Near dawn. You’d think dawn meant peace, meant new beginnings, meant birds chirping and maybe the faint smell of coffee if the Moon Goddess was merciful. Nope. Not in my life. In my life, dawn meant absolute hell raining down on us with teeth, claws, and enough blood to make a butcher faint. The Black Fang hit us like thunder. One minute, we were half-asleep, damp from the stupid drizzle, trying to warm stale bread over a dyi

Dawn’s POV: I hoped that I was dead, and that this immense peace I felt was from the inside. But it wasn’t, and I wasn’t dead. When I woke up, I realized that it was now late at night and that I was still on the damp floor of the dungeon and in the position I’d been in earlier. I blinked slowly as I tried to focus on what was happening around me but nothing was, and while the three burly men were nowhere to be found, I couldn’t help but be afraid, afraid that they might return.

Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter Two: Before the Beginning Damian arrived in forty minutes, which meant he had been in the car before she finished the call. She met him at the door. He looked the way he had been looking since the bankruptcy — stripped of infrastructure, clean of armor, just the man himself in a dark jacket and the face she had once known better than she knew her own. His eyes went to Hargrove first, then to the empty chair where Elliot had been sitting, then to Lila.

Cass looked her over but frowned when she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. “I had another nightmare. It was so terrible and so real,” Dannie said, now feeling the urge to cry. “When I woke up I...I wasn’t in my room.” She took a breath and focused on Cass. “I was in the infirmary with that book, the deabru magic one, in front of me.” “What?” Cass said and her brow furrowed and gave Dannie an odd look. “The black book, you mean the one Sara used to—”

Damon's POV I was staring at the book lying on the floor, its leather cover was already cracking from the spine given how often I’d gripped it. It looked so harmless sitting there, but every page seemed like a wound. Every line was my darkness. I had written it in the quiet hours when sleep refused to come, when my thoughts were louder than my heartbeat, when I wished for the kind of silence that only death could give. All of it, my despair, my loneliness, my longing to disappear, was right there, in black ink. And now Sabrina had seen it.

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth

Damien drove the rogue down, one knee in its chest, claws at its throat. “Say another word to her,” he growled, “and I will remove your tongue.” The rogue smiled up at him. “You cannot stop a door once it knows her blood.” The journal fluttered in my hand. Pages snapping hard enough to sting. Words appeared. THE HOLLOW CALLS WHAT THE HOUSE WAKES. My mouth went dry. “Damien.” “I’m busy.” “The haunted book has an update.” “Not ideal timing.” “Shockingly, the book did not ask.”

No one had left since 5:30am Justine Motels The motel reeked of despair. Dmitri’s boots crunched against broken glass as he approached the room his men had staked out. He motioned for silence, his hand resting on his pistol as he stepped inside. Damien had left the party earlier with his usual exit phone call and Dmitri already knew it all. The moved further into the room, the scene was a mess, blood, turned furniture and Damien's lifeless body sprawling across the bed right next to a lady's bra.

Damon immediately panicked - after all, if he was submerged in these waters, would forget how he loved her and maybe even would be able to complete his mission. - Finally you visited us.- Alistair greeted Damon, came closer and hugged him gently.- Johhan was following you, on Salvadore's orders, and discovered that you fell victim to the charm of the sorceress. Fortunately, he and his brother informed me about it in time. Now, according to our rite, you will be submerged in the black waters of the Lake of Darkness.- he announced, giving a sign to the guards. The two tallest of them grabbed Damon by the arms, took off his jacket, blouse and pants, and then plunged him into the dark abyss. Pen