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Everything was moving way too fast. Looking at Brice's ring on me, I feel dizzy, happy, and intoxicated with joy. If I died and gone to hell I'd be smiling, thinking I've lived my life to the fullest. It couldn't get any better, I don't even know how to get down from my pedestal. I was walking on cloud nine, feeling like nothing can bring my happiness down, not even the freaking stalker. Well... maybe the stalker.

Blake, emboldened, managed to kill the vampire facing him, while Caitlin killed one more, and focused on the other two. She attacked one, stabbing him in the heart, but as she did, she left herself carelessly open to attack. The other vampire lunged at her open back, his sword aiming right for her kidney, and Caitlin saw it coming. But she couldn’t react in time. She knew that it was too late, and that she would certainly die.

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest. "Through the service corridor!" I yelled over the deafening roar of the gunfire, ducking beneath the kitchen island as a stray round pulverized the espresso machine right above my head. We sprinted toward the narrow, concrete-reinforced hallway that led to the utility rooms. But as we breached the doorway, a fourth mercenary materialized from the shadows of the adjacent pantry, his automatic rifle rising with absolute, lethal certainty, pointed straight at my chest. I didn't have the angle to draw my weapon in time. My breath hitched.

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Nothing came out of her mouth as he was leading her down the path of her destruction. What else could she have expected from him? She willingly chose this path. She signed up for it fully aware of the consequences. Stepped into this forbidden circle with no way out until he decided otherwise. Goosebumps crept up her arms as the cold of the place made contact with her warm skin, but more than that, they were the result of his proximity. Kevin's calloused hand pushed the glass door, guiding her inside. They were now right beneath the rainfall shower head, its soft golden light subtly kissing their clothed bodies.

Operations Death Stroke is a 2 way covert assault, aiming at the Current King of Hallerus and The Principality of Light grip on the Duke Merrica territory. In a span of 2 weeks, my force will assassinate all the nobles that were involved in the Bandit Uprising plans, which 57 families all resides in the northern Hallerus, and at the same time my troops will be entering the Principality of Light and attack it's strategic points like their fort, cathedrals.

Four of them total. Three are Silver Hunters, and the fourth ... is Sara Khalek. A gasp flies from my lips, and Davis shifts into his wolf form. "Sara." I rush to her side and feel her cheek. She's cold. She's been dead for many hours, maybe for days. Davis sniffs one of the bodies, his wolf lips curling back. "She put up a good fight." His bass werewolf voice echoes in the small room. I close my eyes against the tears. "Are there any others in here?"

She moved with a speed that defied the laws of biology, a blur of grey leather and silver hair that was across the pit before I could even raise my hands. She didn't punch. She drove her shoulder into my solar plexus, the impact a dull explosion that sent me skidding across the obsidian. I hit the far wall, the stone rattling my skull, and for a second, the world turned into a swirl of violet sparks and grey shadows. "In the Dead Boundary, the Shadow-Stalkers don't wait for you to find your 'Silence,'" Kaelen barked, her boots thundering toward me again. "The Silver-Mercenaries won't wait for the Alpha to finish rubbing oil into your scars. Get up!"