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he replied, sipping from his glass. The host, Marcel Duval — a tall, silver-haired man with an accent thick as truffle oil — arrived with open arms. “Lucas! Mon dieu, and this is your date?” “Aura,” Lucas introduced. “Enchanté,” Marcel said, giving her hand a kiss. “You are even more radiant in person. Coco will adore you.” Aurelia smiled politely, but Lucas could sense her stiffening slightly. He leaned in and whispered, “You okay?” “Just nerves,” she said.

Bastard. “Six thousand, nine hundred and sixty-nine.” She watched as his lips pulled downward and then he looked at her with curiosity. “He really liked eating pussy, Mr. Matrone. Even this situation right now,” she waved to her short clad lower half, “wouldn’t have stopped him. He was a different individual.” Delfina took pride in the fact she made the great Furio Matrone look like he was ready to toss his cookies. Score one for Delfina. She mentally patted her shoulder. He quickly regrouped. “Well, in the safe there is some information I need. I appreciate the code. I am quite disappointed you removed the heir to the family.” He looked her over as he considered the fact, she mentioned she

Tonight, she was setting the stage for her most important power play yet. She sat in the grand parlor of her ancestral estate, the soft glow of the chandelier casting sharp shadows over the glass of Bordeaux she swirled idly in her hand. Across from her, Dante Laurent, a man with salt-and-pepper hair and a reputation that sent shivers through the underworld, watched her with quiet interest. “You’re making your move sooner than expected,” he remarked, sipping his whiskey. Marcella smiled—a slow, lethal curve of her lips. “Adrien Moreau was a fool. He played recklessly, thinking he was a king, when in reality, he was nothing more than a disposable knight.”

It took her a while, but when she could think of nothing else to offer them without being so blatantly obvious that it would get her fired, she finally gave them another pile of napkins and went to check her other tables. Picking up his spoon, Keegan said, “Well, might as well lay it on me.” Then he dug into his chili with such relish Marc wondered what it was exactly that was in this chili. “Aye.” Marc paused, running his well-rehearsed words through his mind. But in the end, he decided there was no sense in beating around the bush. “They’re comin’.” “Who?” Jace asked with an impatient tone. “The soul suckers.” Marc took a big bite of his chili and moaned with approval. He took another bite

We could be dead just as well as we could be alive- but his pride. Once more Domenico squeezes at my fingers, trying to keep me from focusing on his fathers foul demeanor. “The food is wonderful, belladonna.” This puts a smile on my face. It is one of the first compliments I have ever recieved that did not involve my family, and it feels like paradise. “Thank you,” I tell him; “But it was mostly Lilliana.”

And now she wants to do the same to Derek, "if you loved Michael Deloux so much as you claimed, you still wanted him dead by poisoning him, aren't you just be selfish?" Marcella turned on her and held her neck, "I loved him, with everything in me but he never loved him, all he thinks about is Lizzy, even after her death, all he craved for was her, I had to feign her last will requesting he get married to me as her last wish, yea, he honored her words because he could never say no to her even after death, but did he ever love me? No, I then thought of reuniting them both and taking over everything here, they should both go to hell" Marcella released her grip from Kathleen's throat and she cou

He scrunched his face, grabbing unto his chest to feign pain, "ow! You've hurt my fragile heart. Here I was, thinking your stony heart would never open up to anyone ever again. Care to tell me who she is?" Damien growled, his eyes shut tight and the red in his irises burned ominiously, "the smell of her fear is exquisite, I'd have really enjoyed this if this was one of those years I'd loved the hunt. Then there's also that scent I cannot really put my hands on. It's unlike anything I've ever felt in all my years of living. Tell me Marcellus, what is that scent she wears?" "Urgh!" Marcellus grunted when the silver burned deeper into his forehead. He panted. "Why don't you tell me how you foun

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

Hated him like a god. “Remind him?” she had whispered to herself after they left. “He never forgot me.” But what she didn’t say—what she wouldn’t even admit aloud—was that she had loved him. Still did, in some frayed, defiant corner of her soul. Dell had promised her the one thing Lucien never had: Power. The Marchesi Palazzo. The night was heavy. Moonless. The old estate pulsed with a strange electricity. Hidden beneath its baroque stonework were secrets, servers, and a thousand ghosts.

I felt his heart beat faster through mine. “What happened at the diner, baby?” Marc asked me again, placing a hand on my lap and giving it a squeeze. “Please excuse us,” I said, taking Marc’s hand and leading him into the kitchen. “What’s going on, babe?” he asked once we were out of earshot of the others. I paced back and forth a bit then just let it out. “Dom and I used to date and he is my mate.” I stopped pacing and watched Marc’s face. He showed no reaction, just stared at me with his hands on his waist.