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"My own people. I trusted them. I healed their children. And they set me up to be destroyed." "They tried to destroy you," Cullen corrected, his thumbs brushing firmly over my knuckles. "But they failed. You are sitting here wearing my crest. You are stronger now than they ever anticipated." "Who did it?" I asked, my voice cracking. A fierce, burning anger began to rise from the ashes of my shock. My wolf paced frantically in the front of my mind, demanding blood. "Who gave the order, Cullen?" "We are going to find out," Cullen promised, his voice a low, lethal rumble. "If it was an Elder, we will expose them to the Continental Council and watch them be stripped of their rank. If it was a co

Come take a look! The police were ready to make a move by now. They motioned at Evan to back off. When the door flung open, they pinned Peter to the floor and put him in handcuffs. They yelled at him, "Do not move! Stay still!" Caught by surprise, Peter started to fight them when he realized what happened. He cursed at them and Evan. Just like before, Evan stood by the side, looking arrogant and spirited, as if nothing could break his confidence. Peter did not stop yelling and cursing when he was brought away. "I can't believe you're a playboy—wanting both Corinne and Cecilia! It's fine, though. I killed both of them and handed them to you! Hahaha! Are you satisfied now?"

“She can stay, can’t she? Her and Dustin.” His eyes darkened as he picked up my train of thought. “Andre won’t get a whiff of them,” he promised with a growl. Killian meant that with his whole soul. I nodded. Now wasn’t the time to worry about that, though. Another enemy for another day. Including this Peter Morozov, whoever he was. The last name was Russian. I’d gathered from the phone call with Scott that he was a crime lord, and we’d been in his territory unannounced.

CHAPTER FORTY Stitches “Mr. Culpert, would you mind passing the rolls?” “Please, call me Peter.” So it was the weekend, and the cozy and sparse apartment was suddenly full of guests. There were Bryony and Eddie, and they had invited Syrina and Rikki-Tikki over, as well, and Peter Culpert—the man who wanted more than anything to murder Bryony—was their guest of honor. “Thank you so much for saving her life,” Syrina said, clasping both of Peter’s hands with her own. “I can’t imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

The man had barely managed to escape before Soren destroyed his kneecaps. The man, Cullen Reich, placed a hand on his chest in mock offense. “You wound me, darling,” he mocked. “We’ve met before, haven’t we?” Callie’s eyes zoned in on his fingers. They looked normal, no hint of the trauma Vin caused with his pliers. She almost gagged at the memory. Cullen uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together. “I don’t want anything from you, perse, but you are the key to bringing down my enemy,” he continued with a smirk. “Everything he has will be mine. Including you, of course.”

- Peter and Cytus - Peter shot a jet of flame towards Cytus who materialized his wings and flew over them. He landed behind the group and began discharging bolt after bolt towards Heinrich. Heinrich created walls to block the fatal shots, but was still getting slowly cut up by the electricity as the rest of the group tried to reposition. "One-four!" Peter yelled as the other members shifted to support Heinrich. Yvere was standing right behind him as he endured the barrage, healing wounds as fast as she could.

I said. "Alright. You can get back to work now," I said. I turned to leave but Peter called my name just then. "Selena," I turned to look at him. "What is it?" I asked. "Be careful of that person," Peter said eerily. I blinked, confused. "Do you mean Lucian? He's Adam's best friend. What's wrong with him?" I asked. "I know that of course. That grandson of mine...he's really smart, except when it comes to his personal relationships. I really don't know why he's friends with that cunning man" Peter said.

"What do you mean No? The fate of this lab lies in your hands. You literally have one job and that's to get those two brats back here… like seriously Cassandra, why's that hard… " "Peter… " she follows peter who starts leaving the lab, taking off his coat. "I was outnumbered okay? Look, I thought this was going to be easier, I swear, but I didn't expect that they'd be.. " "Outnumbered? Cassandra you know what you are. You're practically non human. You can defeat an army of werewolves.. " "Is that what you think peter. I'm immortal… I'm not Hercules okay? And I list all my weapons so I'm practically useless."

She was sure he would turn his head enough and see her, positive that he could see right through her shadowing abilities as Gard could. Then he had turned and continued on his way, leaving her knees shaking with fear as she watched him go. The same feeling of 'knowing' wafted from the male. She knew who he was though she had never met him. He was Caleb Cullen, the most powerful vampire in history, with the exception of Gard that was.

Peter hissed. “I need you to distract him. I have to go to my brother’s old apartment.” “I believe you’ve LOST YOUR MIND!” Peter whisper-yelled. “You want me to distract a 6’4” giant? Should I just strip and pole dance?” “I don’t know how you’re gonna do it, but you have to,” Julian pleaded. “Of course not! I’m not doing it!” Julian put on his best pouting face. “Oh, Peter… you don’t have a choice. My sugar daddy is in the mafia.”