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I grabbed her chin between my thumb and forefinger, pulling her face to mine as I breathed undiluted madness and despair into her. She wrenched her face loose from my fingers and screamed as she writhed in pain, falling forward out of the chair, making me move back. I stepped over her thrashing body while I looked down on her writhing body, as I squatted next to her. “Only you can stop the agony and despair now, just give me what I want. Give me the Fire Element or die slowly and painfully.” I chuckled as I stood up and walked away toward Antone. He was already waiting for me in the corridor outside his study. I could hear the screams of agony as I closed and locked the door of the study.

Orion snarled, setting a bag on the narrow kitchen counter with more force than necessary. “It’s too early for this shit.” Tearing the bag open, Azrael handed me a pastry. It was shaped in a spiral, the crust flaky and brown. A strange, nutty scent wafted up, causing my mouth to water. Without thinking, I bit into it and groaned at the unique taste. “Someone had a long night,” Azrael snickered, cutting Orion a narrow-eyed look that said he knew exactly what he’d been up doing.

I didn’t care at all that I was clinging and snuggling to Rafael’s warm body right now, I was just so drunk that I felt like if I moved an inch right now that I would puke all over. Just as I was starting to succumb to sleep. “Well look what we have here.” Zachary said, amused. “You actually came, Azi. Is the world ending or something?” What? Azrael is here? With great difficulty, I fluttered my eyes open. Azrael stood right in front of our table. His expression was unreadable. His gaze slowly shifted from my face… to Rafael’s arm resting casually behind my shoulders. For a split second, no one spoke. Then I saw it. The muscle in his jaw tightened. His hazel eyes darkened ever so slightly, a

The horrible experience from earlier had already faded, leaving only bitter residue. "Be careful what you ask for, little one." Azriel's growl sent shivers down my spine. "I won't stop even if you beg me to." "Good. I don't want you to stop." I wanted this man with the devastating eyes to fill my thoughts with sin. He was insanely hot—so much so my pulse skipped with every breath. He looked amused, aroused, his nostrils flaring. His dark laugh awakened something primal in me, conjuring vivid images of the filthy things I wanted him to do.

“You actually thought this through, huh? A secret rooftop garden and a hidden library… You’re more sentimental than you let on, Azrael.” He smirked faintly, but there was no teasing in his eyes. “Don’t spread that around. I’ve got a reputation to keep.” I studied him for a moment, then looked away before my heart betrayed me. A library. Pictures. Happy memories this place barely let us hold onto. It was perfect. “You’ll handle the books then?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. Azrael nodded. “I know his favorites. The ones he rereads until the pages wear thin. I’ll track down copies of those.”

But deep in my chest, beneath the burning hatred, a tiny seed of unease had taken root. Why did his touch feel both repulsive and… familiar? Why did those emerald eyes make something ancient stir inside my sealed powers? I shoved the thought away violently. This was only the beginning. I would escape this place. I would regain my divinity. And when I did, Caelum Nikolaus would be the first to fall. As they pulled me down the corridor, I caught a snippet of nervous whispering between two maids watching from a doorway. “…east wing again. The master said no one is allowed near that room…” My eyes narrowed as I ignored those fools.

They ignored us until a Below-Prayer hand burst through the floor and seized one by the ankle. The cook screamed. I almost stopped. Judge Xue barked, "You cannot save unregistered souls here." "Thank you," Daniel squeaked. They were praying backward. Every palm had a mouth. The mouths whispered things people had prayed in secret: cure her, punish him, let me disappear, make them love me, take me instead. The river had swallowed the words and learned to spit them back sharpened. Ava's grip on my belt tightened. "If I fall, do not make a heroic speech."

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

ELIJAH The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle either. The perfect description was the famous 'this is hunger made flesh' line. His mouth crashed over mine with the speed of a predator after prey. His lips were hot against mine, his mouth engulfing my own in his. He devoured me as if he had been starving since the start of his life. I wasn't any better. I gave myself up readily like I had also been waiting for this all along. The truth was I had.