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Moments feel like hours. Jaxson's body burns with anguish as both he and Fenrir feel the light she ignited wither away. "Valerie-… Just a little longer. Please!" Jaxson words fall into a desperate plea, refusing to believe this is it for her. But it's hard to accept that when her lips, skin, and hair are all frozen. Her body is still. Inert. Dead. She's dead. "V-Valerie," Theia whispers. She falls to her knees beside her head. Neither acknowledges the flock of Harpies watching them.

"You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medical team. You did all this because you wanted... wanted..." "I wanted you to die," I finished her sentence. I still remembered how, in my previous life, Valerie had deliberately crashed into a truck. I thought she loved Eugene so much, but in reality, she only loved the idea of Eugene. When their personal interests were at stake, those feelings simply evaporated. I did not stay to watch Valerie die, but we both knew she would not live much longer. Eugene refused to take care of her, and her parents were too preoccupied with Caleb's problems.

Damien merely shrugged as he slid his hand up her stomach to her breasts, massaging them. Valerie forgot the tea, turning so that she faced Damien head on, giving him the access to her body she knew he wanted. Her cunt dripped as she stood there, his fingers tweaking and pulling at her hardened nipples, her brother chattering away in her ear about something she couldn’t even remember. She could feel her breathing quickening the more Damien toyed with her, felt her knees weaken as she reached back with her free hand to brace herself up along the counter. She couldn’t believe he was toying with her while she was on the phone. And with her brother of all people! “And then she asked if I wanted

Data screens blinked with neural maps, memory cycles, psychological scaffolding. And at the center of it all— Her. Valeska Dormer. Standing. Smiling. Clad in black, eyes sharper than Eden remembered. “I was wondering how long it would take you,” Valeska said. Her voice carried an ease that made Eden’s blood run cold. “You brought Roman. Sweet.” Roman raised his gun. “One move and you die.” Valeska didn’t flinch. “Roman. Always thinking in bullets. But bullets don’t kill ideas.”

“How? I didn’t do anything wrong!” “You picked up the wrong life.” I rolled my eyes. “You make it sound poetic when it’s actually terrifying.” He pushed himself upright, ignoring my protests. “We have to move. If they think you’re with me, we use that.” “Use that? How?” He took a slow breath. “You’re going to pretend to be my wife.” I blinked. “I’m sorry—what?” He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. “They’re looking for a married couple—Mr. and Mrs. Vale. If we play that part, we can slip through security without questions.”

She'd been helping take down a criminal organization in Chicago when Renata had come looking to recruit for Shane. "How did you become a were, if you don't mind my asking?" Yosyp asked from the back seat. "I was in Brazil and was spending some hard earned money on . . . extra-curricular activities." "Sex? You can't possibly be telling me that YOU --" Shamira was shocked at the notion. Valeska, like everyone else in the house, was the kind of person you paid to be WITH. "Well, I kind of had . . . have certain things I like which I wouldn't trust to just anyone," Valeska said with an unrepentant smirk. "Besides being submissive, I'm into erotic asphyxiation."

Jerome said as he stretched his phone forward. So Jessica Hart and Isabella Ross are one?