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I forgot to keep attacking the window and asked cautiously, "Where… is this?" Thomas didn't answer. He muttered to himself, "I think it feeds on human consciousness, and it needs specific people. So it chooses one person. All I need to do is kill one person. It won't take long before it disappears." The moment he finished, the lights flickered on, and the car doors swung open. My eyes widened. Blood was everywhere. Piles of bodies lay before me. And Thomas… was walking toward me, a knife in hand. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move.

He had no idea that I just warned her not to come near me with my mind. “I can’t...” she whispered, taking another back step into James. “She spoke to me.” “Spoke to you? She is just a creature.” Thomas shook his head in annoyance, ripping to needle from the girls hand and taking a step towards the cage. “Get out. I’ll do it myself.” I snarled again, dipping into his mind. “don’t come near me with that Thomas.” Thomas' eyes widened suddenly and he dropped the needle, taking a step back as he watched me in something similar to awe. The fear I had sensed almost draining as it slipped into the back of his mind.

We had won. Silvia's breath caught next to me as the candles leapt wildly, their flames grasping at the ceiling like clutching fingers. The shadows twisted and blended, forming into something—a form. A man wrapped in shadows. And then, as though the very fabric of reality had been torn apart, he was standing before us. Thomas. He stood in the center of the altar, chest bare and shrouded in an unearthly darkness that clung to his skin like mist. His eyes snapped open—golden, piercing, and brimming with a power I had never seen.

Well, that helped Thomas understand why the cross ended up being very important but why did he have a piece of it? When Thomas had come across a spell that wasn’t done yet. He read it, and the spell called for four people with magic that has been said to come from the old ones. Old ones? He made a mental note to check that out when and if he got back in one piece. He wasn’t prepared for four demons that came out of the shadows and jumped him beating him until he was unconscious. Standing back Daniel watched as his demons tied him to the metal pole and began working him over. One of the last things Thomas thought about was Megan and the short life they had together. He also thought about how

“No way, it's impossible.” Lord Vedastus looked beyond the screen, and a person walked out from behind. Yes, it was Thomas, who was supposed to be dead! He was alive. Lord Vedastus was dumbfounded. “Are you a demon? Why won’t you die?” Thomas said, “Because I shouldn’t die. I invited these professional actors to act for you. Everything was an act, including the doctor’s appointment, news report, funeral car passing by the streets, and crying people. But there was no rehearsal for the big scene, and they performed everything on the spot. This used up a lot of my money.”

He turns his head toward Eleanor, who leans with casual grace against the hearth, her silver hair catching the firelight like a halo. “Check him,” Dom orders. “Make sure he doesn’t have any more little surprises tucked away.” I know exactly what he’s talking about. Thomas’s dark-imbued fang, the band around his bone he used to escape… Eleanor lifts an eyebrow, gives Thomas a lazy, dismissive glance, and shrugs. “He’s clean,” she says. “Nothing left worth hiding.” Dominicus grunts in approval. “Good.” Without another word, he starts dragging Thomas toward the door, the older man struggling uselessly in his grasp. It’s like watching a fox drag off a half-dead rabbit.

Jacob picks up the bucket and rushes out of the room with it. “How’s the bitch in bed? Still puts a fight?” James suddenly asks. “Ha, ha, you are trying to make me angry so that I can kill you quickly. Motherfucker, I haven’t even started. You will wish you were never born by the time I’m done with you,” Thomas deadly threatens. “I remember how she would draw blood everything I fucked her. My back was always filled with her nail marks the next morning.” “Is that so?” Thomas asks as Jacob returns with the bucket filled with water.

I called out, my voice trembling, "what did Mrs. Lockhart mean when she called you a Morrell?" Dr. Thomas sighed, his expression a mix of resignation and concern. "Lilith, there's something I need to tell you." His cold attitude from earlier was nowhere to be found as he spoke. "What is it?" I asked innocently, not thinking too much about it. "It's about my name." He paused, took a deep breath, and then continued. "My full name is Dr. Thomas Elias Morrell," he said and then added in a soft voice, almost a whisper, "I'm your cousin."

Planted suggestions that would activate later? "We need to interview them. Carefully. See if any show signs of Helena's influence." "And if they do?" "Then we deal with it. Before they can cause damage." I started with a young warrior named Thomas. Twenty-three years old. Been with the pack his whole life. Seemed completely normal. "Thomas, I need to ask you some questions. About Helena Blackwood." He looked confused. "The Architect? I don't know anything about her." "Did you ever meet her? Before she was arrested?"

“Aspen! Where are Davina and Derek?” “At the funeral. Davina is not to happy that you didn’t make it.” “There is no time for that I need to see her and Derek now.” I look at her and realize she has some wound Sher wolf is healing and Kale is not beside her. “Why what his going on? Where is Kale?” “Cedar and Joy were kidnapped by Thomas. They took Kale too” “What?” I leave Maliyah, I’ll try and find her later, and follow Katerina. Thomas and Alastor have finally made a move and it’s not one anyone was expecting. We need to get them back before he finds a way to change the future.