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I push inside and start searching. Nightstand first. Nothing but lip balm and an old phone charger. Under the mattress. Empty. Closet. Just clothes. I drop to my knees, check under the bed. Dust. Then I see the wooden crate in the corner. The books Madeline sent. They’re stacked neat except one that’s tilted sideways, like someone dropped it in a hurry. I crawl over, pull the tilted book out. Old leather cover. No title. I flip it open. Halfway in, big black letters jump out.

“…I won’t let anything happen to you.” Charlotte nodded. But this time— She didn’t fully believe it. That night— Three people thought about the same thing. Charlotte— How long can I stay? Eli— How do I protect her? Kieran— How long before she breaks? And somewhere in the middle of all that— The line between them— Was starting to crack.

Elle looked shocked but kissed me back. “What are you doing?” Charlotte asked, but her voice was less angry now. I held both of them close. “We can fuck each other. All three of us. Right here. Right now. A threesome. No more fighting. No more secrets. We can all feel good together. Charlotte, you went out and had your fun. I had mine. But we can share this moment.” Charlotte stared at me for a long time. Then she looked at Elle. I thought she would scream again. Instead, a strange smile appeared on her face.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

About what it meant to accept all three of them not only in the limited, careful way I had been accepting them but completely, in the way the silver light and Nyssa and some deep and pre-rational part of me had been pointing toward since the first month. Thorian knocked on the library door and came in before I answered, which was something he had recently started doing, the small domesticities of confidence beginning to appear now that we had kissed in the study and he had looked at me the way he had looked at me. He sat in the chair beside mine and looked at the book I wasn't reading and didn't mention it. "You're thinking hard about something," he said. Not a question. I set the book down.

I stared at the phone. For several seconds nobody moved. Then Ophelia whispered: “What the hell is happening?” I wished I knew. ⸻ Morning arrived like a threat. Gray clouds covered the city. Rain hammered the windows. The weather matched my mood perfectly. Charlotte arrived before sunrise. That alone told me things were bad. She walked into the penthouse carrying three phones, two tablets, and enough coffee to power a small country. Neither Ophelia nor I asked questions. Charlotte only looked this stressed when disaster was involved.

Charlotte went downstairs while I headed to the shower. I took a shower, then found my clothes on the bed like yesterday and my name was still Steve the book store manager even today. A few minutes later, I joined Charlotte downstairs. Both my breakfast and lunch box were ready. I pulled the chair as Charlotte fixed a tie; I was pretty bad at tying a tie. She then sat on the chair besides me. I took a bite on the mouthwatering bacon that Charlotte prepared for me once again. The name that I saw in her laptop hit my mind at that moment. “Babe, do you have an ex-boyfriend called Kat?” I asked. To my surprise, Charlotte’s eyes got big but this time in was fear that consumed her face.

the Scottish woman continues, “and I am guessing the mark you’re toting will confirm that. A triple moon, three daggers sitting below, each one pointing at a different moon phase?” The more she talks, the more the pieces fall into place, the picture becoming clearer. Elle’s instinctual pull to Nora, Theo’s protective nature towards both of them….My desire to keep me and her here…. “Who do you think is the third reincarnation?” Andrew asks, speaking while Damon just takes in the information. The demeanor of the Alpha couple tells me they were expecting something like this.” “Charity,” Nora and Elle answer, as if the answer is obvious, and now that I think of it makes sense.

Unfolded it. ? ???? ?????. Carefully written in Charlotte's tight, efficient handwriting. I sank to the bed, chest tightening around grief as Shenka burst into the room, concern on her face. "Syd," she looked around, clearly as confused by the emptiness as I was. "Where's Charlotte?" I bent over the note, the letters smearing from my tears, no idea what the words meant, but cherishing them anyway. Because they were all I had left of her. Charlotte was gone. ***

She would have assessed threat, symbolism, leverage, and intent. Now she simply asked herself what she wanted. “No,” she said. “Not at first.” Elias nodded once. No one argued. That too would have been impossible once. Charlotte left the Sanctuary without changing clothes. She wore a heavy wool coat, old boots, and gloves that had been repaired more than once. Snow had begun falling again, light enough to drift rather than settle. The road below the ridge curved through black volcanic stone toward the coast. Malcolm stood beside a weathered marker near the bend. For several seconds, neither moved.