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“But please — do not bring in your disgusting acts to my sight. You can go over to one of his hotels, motels, bars, clubs, or wherever. I just don't want to you see both.” And that was the truth. She had denied the rest of the voices in her head, but she can't deny how angry she would get hearing a bitch moaning across her room beneath Alexander. The visuals she was already getting in her head made her feel goosebumps all over. She definitely cannot keep the promise that if it indeed happens, then would be sane enough to stay mute. Felicia scoffed and took a step forward, closing the little space in between them as she spoke.

Darryl then said to Yvette, "Quick. I’m sure Chester and the rest have come down too. Let’s look for them!" Yvette was smart and she already thought about the things Darryl was worried about. She nodded and passed the plaza with Darryl to look for Chester and the others inside. Finally, they passed through the buildings and came to a huge chasm. The chasm was a few hundred meters wide and deep down was an abyss. There was absolutely no chance to live should anyone fall into it. Between the chasm was a stone bridge carved out from an uneven stone. Darryl noticed there were unique fulu engraved every few steps on the bridge. The stone bridge looked simple, but it had hidden secrets.

“But right now we need to concentrate.” The party marched on in silence that was as severe as a closed door until they got to a stone bridge with sharp edges over a deep gap. The moonlight lit up the foaming water far down below so that the bridge, already precarious, seemed even more so. "Of course," Jax replied, looking over the edge. "Nothing says 'ominous altar' more than a crossing that goes straight to your death." Selene pointed toward the far side, where the entrance to another tunnel was marked by faintly glowing runes. “The altar’s through there.”

for a long moment he didn't answer. Then his expression darkened. "It's not a warning." My stomach tightened. "What is it?" Ezekiel brushed dirt away from a section of stone, words appeared beneath. Not symbols, but actual words. Old but readable, Tyler moved closer. I followed closely behind incase he fell. The message was simple and short. Yet it made my blood run cold. The False Bridge walks east. Nobody spoke. "What?" Matthew said, frowning. Ezekiel uncovered another line. The True Bridge has already awakened.

I guessed this was the home of the demons. My phone made a high-pitched sound, and I glanced down at the screen. “The driver’s at the gates.” “Where?” To the left was more of the walkway, leading to a little bridge that housed an island within the lake. I glanced right, finding a set of tall, iron gates decorated with gold. “This way.”

Sam immediately went forward to Arabella and lowered his voice to say, “Who is this man? Those two security officers acted as if they were his grandchildren when they saw him.” “Curiosity killed the cat.” Arabella pushed his head away from her and walked faster to catch up to Caleb. There was a chain bridge located on the eastern side of the resort, and below it was a creek. Caleb told her that Alexander and Daniel would come here for lunch after they had surveyed the place. When that time came, they would walk past here and, hence, he allowed them to wait here. There was a wooden book house beside the chain bridge that looked very traditional and elegant.

Amazons loved riding horses and being assigned to tend to their care was a high honor. Thirty meters inside the gate was a bridged gulch. After dark, the bridge supports were removed turning a clear shot into the center of camp into a waiting death trap. If there was any doubt, the gulch, so comforting and protective, was a blast zone as well - designation: The Barbecue Pit. I couldn't find it, but I was sure there was an altar somewhere to the matron goddess for this summer camp, the Goddess Paranoia.

The pack house. I wasn’t even sure what I expected; a large cabin? A fenced-off compound? But what came into view when we rounded the bend took my breath away. A massive iron gate loomed in the distance, flanked by two stone towers with floodlights positioned above. The walls weren’t just fences; they were walls, tall and fortified, like something out of a high-security estate. Ridge pulled up to the control point without saying a word and rolled his window down. I watched him as he did what he must have done about a million times over.

And now I was praying to the goddess I didn’t even believe in, not to take her away from me. I sat down again, my hands still folded in prayer. Listening for the doors to the operating room to open. Waiting for a miracle. Swearing and promising myself that I would never let anyone get close enough to hurt her again… The doors opened--- and my heart sank! Only to be bitterly disappointed when Gaia walked in… “Alpha!” I greeted her, standing, and hoping that my gruff voice didn’t scare her. “I’m sorry, but I won’t---”

The whole structure trembled under them, wood complaining but holding. Caleb’s face was tight with concentration. “I hate bridges.” Gabriel walked alongside, one hand hovering near the railing but not touching it. “Most bridges don’t care.” “That’s not comforting.” “Wasn’t meant to be.” They reached the far side. Only then did Evelyn breathe fully. One by one, the vehicles crossed. The second made it cleanly. The third slipped halfway across when the rear tire hit mud on the approach and came onto the bridge at a bad angle. Wood shrieked. Someone inside screamed. The truck lurched toward the broken side rail.