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Weird. He rarely sends messages, let alone attachments. Probably a mistake, I thought until I opened it. It wasn’t a mistake. A full HD picture of the nymph tattoo above his groin filled my screen. The image was still loading, but I didn’t rush. My gaze lingered on the tattoo, it looked healed now, perfect, meant for my eyes only. “Nymph,” in red italics, a small peach beside it. I zoomed in, ignoring the rest of the class, every nerve in my body lighting up. Then I scrolled lower.

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The mafia don's forehead creased in a mock frown. “Oh, I seem to have made a mess.” Nico wiped his face calmly. “You’re really going to redecorate the dungeon floor with more bodies? It’s already starting to stink, ” he added with a hint of irritation. Nero’s eyes flashed with amusement for half a heartbeat.

My fingers hover before I click it open. The words flash across the screen: Next time, you’ll beg for it.

Just… possessive enough to make her pulse spike. Aire exhaled sharply and sat up. This was ridiculous. She grabbed her phone and checked the time—5:42 a.m. Too early to pretend last night never happened, too late to sleep through it. Her phone buzzed. Nia: OMG THANK YOU FOR GRABBING MY LAPTOP I WOULD’VE DIED 😭 Aire smiled despite herself. Aire: Anytime. Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Then— Nia: You should come over later. Dad’s making dinner.

I’m feeling a bit stronger now and by this evening I’ll feel a lot better. Taina: I think neon green would look wonderful on me; sure let’s wear that color. Taina: What time is the movie?; so we’d know what time to meet. I drop my phone on the table; waiting for Cete’s response as he isn’t online at the moment. I bring out my laptop to work on the book I’m currently writing; when my phone pings. Cete has probably replied; I pick up my phone to check who messaged me. Turns out to be Nek, after deliberating on whether to open the message, I finally click on it.

Nevan hissed. As the old computers hummed to life, the monitors flickered with a green, ghostly light. But they didn't show the stars. They showed the face of the world. Thousands of camera feeds, GPS coordinates, and private messages began to scroll across the screens at a speed that would have melted a normal processor. Nevan turned to me, his eyes glowing with that terrifying, obsessive devotion. "Show them, Ruby. Show them what happens when the Architect finally takes her seat."

Penelope lay sprawled across her bed, the slow hum of the ceiling fan doing little to fight off the afternoon heat. Sweat clung to her skin as she scrolled through TikTok, her half-lidded eyes drifting over the endless stream of videos. Then a sudden ding came from her phone, startling her. Penelope’s thumb froze mid-scroll as a bright, glittery ad burst onto her phone screen, colors flashing obnoxiously against the dim room. ‘Find your perfect match today!’ the ad flashed in bright pink letters.

My mind felt completely tangled. The moment I heard the word breakup, I instinctively avoided Elias’s gaze. I turned and ran back to the bedroom. For some reason, I suddenly remembered the scratches on the back of Elias’s hand when he washed my underwear earlier. A few tiny marks. They looked like they had been left by a cat. We had used up all the bandages at home last time. After thinking about it, I decided to go buy some. At the same time, I needed space to calm down.