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she asked gently. Ethan hesitated, glancing around as if afraid someone might be listening. "It’s always the same. I’m in a dark place, and I can’t see anything, but I can feel something... something cold and terrible, like it’s reaching out for me. And then I hear this voice, whispering things, telling me I’m not strong enough, that I’ll never be good enough. And then... then I wake up, and it’s like I can still feel it, like it’s still there."

Ethan looked at him like he grew three heads. “My grandma dabbled a little. She tought me how to read people and places. This place has a heaviness if you will. A darkness that makes me really uncomfortable. I am assuming Grace feels it, too.” “I do.” Nodding at Ethan, he just took a deep breath and continued on. “Let’s get this over with so we can leave.” Ethan opened the door. There was a massive stench that instantly made my stomach turn. “What is that?” I asked, trying not to vomit.

— Ethan stepped away from the balcony. Not dramatically. Not symbolically. Just… moving. Jun followed him. “Where are you going?” Jun asked. Ethan didn’t look back. “Home,” he said. Jun smirked. “That’s it?” Ethan nodded. “That’s it.” — Because there was nothing left to decide. Nothing left to fix. Nothing left to end. — The story that had begun with a boy who had nothing— Who had been ignored. Dismissed. Hurt. —had grown into something far larger than revenge.

Three broken bodies tangled in the dark. --- Near dawn, Irene stirred. His eyes cracked open. Cloudy, but awake. Ethan bolted upright, his voice hoarse. “Champ? You with us?” Irene’s lips trembled. “…home.” Tears surged hot down my cheeks. I kissed him everywhere. “We’ll take you home, baby. I swear it.” Ethan’s hands framed his boy’s face, shaking so bad he could barely hold him. “You hear that? We’re going home. Just hang on.”

Reina **Chapter 11: A Moment of Peace (Reina's POV)** I watched Ethan as he slept on the couch, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. The bandages on his side were clean now, though the memory of the blood and panic from earlier still made my heart race. It was strange how quickly things had shifted. One minute we were fine, living our lives, and the next, everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.

When his boyfriend's shy younger brother asks him for an intimate lesson, he provides a hands-on demonstration of the pleasure one man can give another, falling deep into a trap he never saw coming. CHAPTER 1 The door to his room creaked open and Ethan stirred, the sound pulling him up from a shallow sleep. He squinted, his eyes adjusting to the slice of hallway light framing a silhouette in the doorway. At first, he thought it was his lover, until he noticed that the person standing by the door was leaner and shorter. Kael. The kid just stood there, unsure of what he was doing.

When he reaches the bottom, Ethan picks up chunks of meat from the bowl with his fingers and pops them in his mouth, chewing noisily. Suddenly, I’m struck with the enormity of everything that’s happened to me in the last few days. I went from a quiet, comfortable life in the swamp with Mama to… Not even knowing how to eat without being scolded. Tears ache behind my eyes when I think of Mama. What I wouldn’t give to have her back, to have our life back, to know that I’m not

“Don’t come back here, please.” I grinned, my eyes wet, my voice rough. “Not planning to,” I said, my nod firm, my goodbye final. Miami was done—its streets, its blood, its ghosts. Atlanta was home now. The gate loomed, iron and heavy, the air beyond it shimmering with heat. It creaked open, sunlight blinding, my boots stepping onto free soil, my heart racing. Ethan stood there, leaning against a black SUV, his arms crossed, his hair catching the breeze, his face a vision—sharp jaw, green eyes, a smile that stopped my breath. He was a god, my god, the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and I’d bagged him. Me, a kid from orphanages, beaten, broken, built into the Reaper, loved by this man who saw me

My heart echoed the narrow hallway as I imagined the infinite possibilities of what this meant… I couldn’t tell how I looked since I was blind, but my bedmate told me that I looked heavenly. I had never been in Ethan’s chambers before, neither could I guess why he was summoning me, but strangely, all these excited my foolish wolf; she completely forgot about all I went through hours ago. The sight of a broad-shouldered man sitting by himself on a large table welcomed me. “Why are you staring at me?” Ethan growled, stamping the heads on his cutlery on the table. “Come and taste this food and bloody leave!”

He took the card from her, nodding politely before turning to leave, yet Emily felt her heart flutter in a way that left her momentarily breathless. In her dreams, Ethan was the same as he had always been—gentle, unwavering, and persistent in the most tender ways. In the beginning, Emily resisted his advances. After all, she had heard that Ethan had recently returned from studying abroad, and he came from a well-off family. It felt like their worlds could not be further apart. But he was patient; he waited for her after work, walked with her to her favorite cheap street-food stalls, and made her feel seen and understood. He would wait as she finished her shifts, staying late just to share a