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As soon as he finished speaking, Jessica realized that, in addition to Nicholas and Luna, there were two other people in the room. And among those two people was the one she least wanted to see—Clarice! Why was she here? "Nicholas, I really have no fault. I didn’t give him any money!" While Jessica tried to explain, her voice faded as she glared angrily at Clarice. "You’re the one to blame, aren’t you? You arranged for this man to get close to me, didn’t you?" Clarice looked at her with a puzzled expression. She didn’t expect to be blamed by Jessica and smiled ironically.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

According to Clarissa’s memories, she hadn’t read this book yet. It was a werewolf themed novel and Clara was sceptical at first, but she was soon lost in the story. Clara read the book with close attention and when she finished, she found it was now half five in the morning. She put down the book and her eyelids began to droop. She felt very ready to sleep now. She could get through everything; she was going to get revenge against everyone who had hurt her and Clarissa. ***

“After I was taken—after Draven and Ricco—everything became… fractured. There were days I didn’t know the difference between night and morning, days I thought I’d become someone else entirely.” Her hands curled in her lap as she spoke, fingers clutching at memories blurred by pain. “There were moments… cruel moments. Draven’s men tried to break me, to make me small and afraid. And some of the women—they blamed me for things I never understood. Their hands were swift and their anger sharp. The hurt—sometimes it wasn’t just on the outside. Sometimes it felt like I was disappearing piece by piece, until I woke one morning and couldn’t remember my own laughter, or the sound of rain on the roof o

I could taste the sweetness of her pheromones, constantly igniting a spark in me. "I'll turn her down as soon as I get what Christopher Gale promised me," I told him. "Are you convinced he’d give it to someone like her?" "Claire Halle is a priceless key to the full power she craves. Without Claire, she’ll never have it. That’s why they took out the sisters and orphans in the dorm. They want to break her spirit until she’s left with nothing but death." Lucy released my arm and strolled over to the table. She poured herself a glass of wine and downed it in one go. “So why didn’t you hand Claire over to them that night and bring her to this Pack instead?” she pressed again.

One part hidden in the journals. The other somewhere else. The question was where. Three days later, Jessica found the answer. Completely by accident. Exactly the way important discoveries always seemed to happen. She had been studying old photographs from Claire's studio. Looking for details. Background objects. Anything. The work was tedious. Mind numbing. Hours passed. Then suddenly she froze. A photograph sat on the desk in front of her. A simple image. Claire standing beside a painting. Smiling. Confident. Alive.

Jéssica came countless times, screaming his name, begging for more. Three months had become eternity. Their most addictive debauchery had no expiration date. It was just beginning. Every day. Every night. Nonstop. Without mercy. And Jéssica Clare had never felt so alive. The end.

I’m an impulse underwear shopper, so I hope they fit you,’ Clara said, giving Heather a chance to make herself pretty. Clara noticed she had been staring at Jeremy’s naked body and drooling ever since she came into the kitchen. ‘You can put your clothes in the washer, with everyone else’s clothes. I’m going to start the machine when Sebastian adds his. Leave my white sleep shirt in the bedroom,’ she instructed. She could feel an electric current in the kitchen, something that was not there yesterday, and it was not only coming from her and Sebastian. ‘Hmm… I wonder what happened to those two? Maybe my plan worked,’ she said happily to herself.

Jessica declared and Claire’s heart jumped to her throat before pounding violently. Did Jessica know something? She couldn't allow her to say the truth when it was supposed to come from her. Claire was about to stop Jessica when Oliver beat her to it. He said in a dangerously low voice, "I don't know what you're scheming but get lost!" Regardless of Oliver’s anger, Jessica stepped forward and handed him the files in her hands, saying, "Claire isn't the woman you thought she was. She only came back for revenge and to get access to your secret files."

Her silver eyes flickered with something unreadable as she stared at Jessica. And then, she whispered, “He’s keeping her.” Tristan’s chest tightened. His wolf snapped its jaws, seething with uncontained fury. He had known it. The stranger wasn’t just haunting her nightmares anymore. He was holding her there. _______ Jessica Lewis Darkness pressed in from all sides, thick and suffocating. Pain throbbed through my body in violent waves, each one worse than the last. My back was on fire, my wrists raw from the iron shackles cutting into my skin. Every breath felt like a battle, the taste of blood sharp on my tongue.