Love From Hell
They matched exactly.
Good. That meant no mistakes.
Ethan didn’t waste time. He moved to the suite’s closet, opening a hidden compartment where he kept his weapons. He grabbed a sleek, custom-made handgun and a short knife, its blade sharp enough to cut through bone with ease. His hand gripped the handle tightly, a dark, calm focus settling over him.
He could hear the voice inside him again, stronger this time, more insistent.
“Let me take over. You’ll get her back, and they’ll all pay for what they’ve done. You know what needs to be done, Ethan. Let Hades do his work.” The voice in his head called out again, this time very loudly.
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