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The way Vincenzo had looked at him across the table like he was the only thing worth seeing in the whole room. He remembered how his body had reacted, that unexpected heat rising in his chest, hands tightening on the cards. He remembered letting Barrett walk away, the man who killed his partner, now a loose thread that could unravel everything. And he remembered the suit. He opened his eyes again. The ceiling hadn’t changed. The dark was still there. The weight of everything he’d lost still pressed heavy on his chest. But somewhere deep in that hollow spot where his heart used to be, something was starting to move.

He straightens. "Doesn't matter right now. What matters is I've read about this in my father’s bestiary. The far-shelf books, the ones he calls a waste of paper because they're not local. Small. Lives in water. Webbed hands. Drags people by the ankle. Obsessed with... hold on." He stops and turns to me with an expression I've never seen him wear on a hunt. He looks delighted. Noah Hunter. Delighted when I’m not fucking him. Mark the calendar.

Intricate carvings covered the surface, and the entire thing weighed at least forty pounds. "There are also many gold and silver burial items sealed inside," the caretaker explained. "Miss Nesley, it really won't be easy to move." There was only one person capable of such extravagance, and that was Derrick. "Please ask the priest to open the box." Taking out the towel I carried with me, I gently wiped the dust from my father's photograph. "I'm putting his ashes back into the original porcelain jar." The caretaker tried persuading me again, but after hearing that I planned to settle overseas permanently and never return, he finally relented and went to call the priest.

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.

I asked I saw fear and guilt in eyes but I waved it away “ I wasn't in town, I also received a call of what happened and I had to rush down here.” I looked at him to be sure he is telling the truth “ Are you doubting me?” “ No, I am not, but thank God you are alive to guide me in taking my revenge.” I hugged him to reassure him that am not doubting him I left to my bedroom I carried my father’s silver dagger and a heart that no longer knew peace And so began my hunt for revenge

"I was just… concerned about you." Oliver switched to his wounded puppy expression with blue eyes that glistened with tears. "I was afraid you'd get scammed." "Oh, please." I snorted, picked up my phone, and unlocked it right in front of him. Ignoring Sean's message, I tapped on the Amazon shopping app. "Since you said that your money is mine, I need to test that claim." I quickly typed "outdoor dance speaker" into the search bar and picked the model with the highest wattage and flashing rainbow lights. After placing the order, I set the shipping address to this estate.

I've seen this scene a hundred times-glamorous polish-but it now feels strange, like visiting a foreign place where I'm unwelcome. I continue to move through the crowd. Heels click softly on marble floors; my eyes scan the faces, searching for him. I am witnesses to all sorts of smiles, conversations, and sadly, none belong to him. My heart beats faster with each passing second, while the silence within me grows louder. Where is he?

He glanced at Dennis before fixing his gaze on Aleah, his expression unreadable. Cold Demon Alpha, Aleah thought to herself, her heart conflicted. At times, Hunter could be so tender, making her chest ache with something indescribable. Yet at other times, his horns seemed to emerge—sharp and unyielding—cutting through to the painful truth no matter who got hurt. And as much as she wanted to argue, she knew he was right.

Virginia's POV The home office was a stark contrast to the rest of the icy condominium. It was warm with its mahogany walls and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves perfectly lined with law books and other intellectual literature. A single desk sat at the far wall with a leather chair behind it, a single picture left for decoration that I predicted held Landon's smiling face inside the sterling frame. A couch rested by the window set halfway throughout the room, almost incognito from the fallen curtains that hung behind the Chesterfield. It could be considered welcoming if not for the upset man standing at its center with clenched fists.

Hunter yelled, seeing me on the floor and Drystan leaning over me. "No!" I screamed as my bodyguard lurched at Drystan, but it was too late. Drystan was faster. The dark smoke wrapped around Hunter, and a second later, he fell to the ground, lifeless. I stopped breathing. My eyes drifted to Drystan's hand; it was soaked in blood. Then he smashed something he held in his hand, and I realized it was Hunter's heart…