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Its tongue moved over her stomach in long licks. “It’s really dedicated,” Liam said dryly. A half-smile tugged on my face. Then, to our other utter shock, Hazel gasped. Her eyes flew open. She glanced at the Lycan hovered over her stomach. With both hands, she shoved its head away. The Lycan let out a soft whine. “What the hell?” Hazel said. “Just stay still,” I told her. “Let it lick you. It’s healing you.” “Um,” Hazel said.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

] [Here's what you do: slip the security guard a few hundred, ask if anyone's been coming in and out. I just stared at the screen, heart racing, mind spinning. Distracted, I changed and headed out to dinner. Stuart had booked my favorite spot. He couldn't handle spicy food, but still ordered a full table of flaming red dishes just for me—sweating and chugging water the whole time. For a second, I felt guilty. 'Maybe I AM overthinking this.' Halfway through dinner, I couldn't hold it in. "The hamster we raised died. You know that, right?"

Callum tried to be precise and accurate this time. For the fucking 5th time. And he couldn’t catch a hamster. Seriously. With the power he now had being a vampire and a wolf. Jeez. He took his mark. And focused. He blocked everything in his mind. The buzz from the pack. The encouragement from Dad, even when he wasn’t Swift. He could hear them. He blocked all teases from Max and the Betas in the pack. He zoomed out everything except for the little white creature who was grazing and nibbling on the grass.

He would keep the house and his car in case we ever choose to come back so that we would have a place to stay. “Now focus,” Damien said as his blue eyes stared into my hazel eyes. “Let out your demon and focus on where you want to go,” our hands were together and we stood in the clean living room. I looked at the ground at our feet and focused my eyes until I could see a speck of dust on the hard wooden floors, telling me that I successfully let out my inner demon and it was now time to attempt my teleporting into Hell. I took a deep breath and focused on the things that Damien had told me about Hell, about the Garden, and I imagined myself surrounded by fire and screaming souls. Why did I f

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

Forcing her to witness the killing of all her friends in this heinous and savage way, drowning in a wave of guilt every time the siren enters them and chooses one of them, so she is forced to listen to their cries and wails until they finish them once and for all, and the shame with which this demon drive will defile her. She opened her eyes, staring at the depth of his empty eyes that were attracting her to their decision without any effort, losing herself in their darkness. She felt her mouth float with a viscous, disgusting liquid that tasted like gall running down her throat, which was stubbornly resisting not swallowing, urging her to vomit, and only then did she regain consciousness an

“Is there a reason you’re trying to make me feel small? I don’t back down that easily.” “Hm… wasn’t thinking of it.” “Really? Then what were you thinking about?” “Maybe later. Now isn’t the time to talk about it. How long will it take for you people to get here?” “Oh, the Hounds will be here in the next two or three hours, and they come bearing food, gents. Hilda’s cooked and packed some spare things from our Christmas Fare. So, eating will be good.” “The Hounds?” Hal looked up from his computer for possibly the first time since she entered the room and dropped the information on them. None really had looked surprised, which was odd with nothing else considered.

Did Hazel have something to do with this? *****

Cameron grinned holding out his offerings. “You eat it. You need the sugar. What was that about?” Rhett asked. “I don’t know,” Jules shook his head slowly. “But that Van Helsing isn’t human. Have you ever heard of a non-human Van Helsing before? It seems… wrong. A bit f-ked up. A supernatural working with humans determined to end supernaturals.” “Really f-ked up,” Casey corrected. “How’d you know?” Rhett leaned against Cameron’s side, seeking the comfort of contact with his mate.