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Grey's POV It wasn't the abrupt silence of the crowd or the taste of the blood fading from my tongue that returned me to my humanity. It wasn't even the pull of her pleas dragging that part of me to the surface in a painful lurch. It was the sound of her heart accepting death without regret. The way it had been at a rage within her chest was almost as addicting as the smell her pumping blood gave me. But hearing it at peace made me snap back to a reality where I understood the depth of my loss.

He walked slowly toward her, hands shoved into the pockets of his navy slacks, shirt collar undone like a prince after a battle. “Even if that were true,” he said, voice cold, “you’re a first-year nobody. Why would we care what you know?” Hannah didn’t answer immediately. She just smirked and said, with lethal calm: “Because I also know about House Six.” Another silence. Sharper this time. Jon’s brow furrowed. “What about them?” Hannah yawned, as though bored by the pace of the conversation. “I know they aren’t just some lucky first-years.”

Something that enjoyed this. And that terrified me. But his father? Alpha Grayson was a different kind of monster. I wasn’t naïve enough to believe this was just about bringing me back to the Blue Cross Pack. No. He wanted something. The journal. The cure. Me. And if the rumors were true? I might not survive finding out. Another tear fell. I swiped at it angrily. No. Stop.

I would not say it to him, but I prayed he was right. --------------- I sincerely appreciate you accompanying me on this journey. Katarina and Greyson’s story ends here. Thank you, and I hope to see you in the next book! --------------- SNEAK PREVIEW SIX MONTHS LATER Consciousness returned in fragments. At first, he told himself he must be dead. The darkness was too complete, and the silence too heavy. But then the voices reached him, speaking in short bursts somewhere nearby. The moment he shifted, even slightly, the voices stopped, and he opened his eyes.

Reggie said as he was smiling and glaring at me “Oh, I can’t deal with this…” Grey thought to himself. End of Chapter 60

Alexis closed her eyes while enjoying being petted by her until she fell asleep within her warm and peaceful embrace. •••• END OF CHAPTER 6. ••••

Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us? Two down, seven to go. When it’s all over he’ll finish the job that dropped him into my life, and end it. Stockholm Syndrome meets bucket list, and the question of what would you do to live before you died. The questions aren’t always answered in black and white. Gray becomes the norm as my morals are tested. Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do?

June drove to a stop outside Roderick’s penthouse building and stepped out of the car. She reached into the backseat, grabbed Camille’s laptop bag and a stack of important files, then walked toward the reception area with quick, professional steps. Grey stepped out of the elevator the moment he spotted her. A smirk tugged at his lips as he approached, hands in his pockets, looking far too pleased with himself. “Hello there.” Grey said smoothly. June rolled her eyes but kept walking.

Ethan pushed two heavy suitcases with one hand while holding his other arm around me to keep me safe from the crowd jostling me. “Naomi, Mr. Agnelli said that he’s at the parking lot by Exit B.” I looked up and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing right outside the arrival gates was a man in a black overcoat. It was Lorenzo. He had lost a lot of weight. The fierce confidence he once carried was long gone. Now, his back was slightly hunched. He seemed to grow a decade older in three years, his eyes clouded with fatigue and weariness. A dark coffee-like stain marked his coat collar, and dust dulled his leather shoes.

Armed with countless weapons, money, and new identities, the man I call Six drags me around the world. The manhunt is on and Six is the next target. Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us? Two down, seven to go. When it’s all over he’ll finish the job that dropped him into my life, and end it. Stockholm Syndrome meets bucket list, and the question of what would you do to live before you died. The questions aren’t always answered in black and white. Gray becomes the norm as my morals are tested. Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive.