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I stated, nodding my head fervently as I spoke, "I'm sure everything that happened back then was Don Pablo, he is the real enemy behind us." I added, even as the words resonated with the conviction in my heart.

In every one, he detailed his progress—his research, his belief in rogue equality, his warnings about growing corruption in the Council. He never once mentioned violence. Never silver. Never cruelty. He was working on something… something that could have changed everything. But he never named it directly. Then one letter caught my eye. It was addressed to someone I didn’t recognize. Skylar Grey. It was dated only three months ago, and written not by Santos, but by someone else. His wife. > "They have stolen the operation, and they’ll soon frame my family and kill us. Protect your family, because if they find out your connection to the truth, they’ll come for you too.

The bond pulsed—recognition threaded with unease. Aiden turned. “I don’t know how to exist in this part,” he admitted. “After speaking. After being seen.” Dante met his gaze. “You don’t go back,” he said. “You adjust forward.” The words settled more heavily than reassurance. Elia’s updates arrived in fragments—never a full picture, always partial truths designed to reduce exposure. Sentiment fractured further. Support decentralized. Counter-narratives were seeded aggressively but inconsistently. Julian wasn’t erasing them.

They just proved to be fit for this game. That explains why when he saw my gun and knives he didn't react. He acted normal and I didn't even find it suspicious. Damn, Kay. And all the places I could go the day carl hurt me, I chose to cry in the arms of my enemy? The one person that has been making my life a living hell. Fuck me, I trusted him so much that I gave him the task of helping me find information about Grayson's men. Oh! goodness. To add to that, he actually has a girlfriend. The way he used to look at me was him acting. Now I don't know how to read emotions.

, Kaylee gasped in shock as she saw the huge amount of money inside the envelope. “More than you have ever owned in your entire life”, Mia replied and tucked the envelope back into her bag. “Now speak," she commanded. “Okay fine, what do you want to know about Kelly?”, Kaylee asked in obedience. “I need to know her weak points, her allergies, something I can use to bring her down, humiliate her, make sure that she never sets her stupid face to the world ever again.” Mia demanded.

The old Amy would’ve been sobbing over betrayal, clinging to the wreckage of what Chad and my so-called best friend did to me. But that Amy drowned in the river that night. The Amy standing here? She’s reborn, a weapon forged from pain, sharpened by rage. Kael drags a hand over his jaw, his face hard and unreadable. “I don’t date,” he says coldly. “And I will never marry.” “Oh, Kael,” I tease, my tone soft and mocking. “But you liked it.” His nostrils flare. “I saw how you looked at me,” I continue, sauntering closer, my voice a sultry whisper. “How you touched me. Don’t bother denying it.”

Every argument turned into a battle, a test, a war of wills. One night, he showed up at my house unannounced. My heart raced, half with fear, half with the strange pull I couldn’t deny. “I know what you’re doing,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Trying to make me jealous. Testing me.” I looked him in the eye, my chest tight but my voice steady. “Maybe I am.” His expression darkened. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Don’t forget it.” “I haven’t forgotten,” I said, smiling faintly. “But maybe I’m learning what I deserve.”

“I can smell it. I’ve smelled it for days. I just didn’t know whose it was.” Lyra’s chest tightened. “I wasn’t trying to deceive you. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you.” “You didn’t know how to tell me?” he repeated, voice rising. “You didn’t know how to tell me you mated my enemy?” Kaelan flinched at the word enemy. Lyra stepped forward, her voice trembling. “He’s not your enemy.” “He is,” her father snarled. “He always has been. And now he’s taken you from me.”

Kevin. "No! Why would I?!" "Right! You can never fall in love with your enemy's friend. That's forbidden." Yen muttered. I noticed Jett was already dozing off beside me. But what's wrong with liking your enemy's friend? It's not like he's the one who did bad to me. "Anyway, Kevin Hunt is a really shady person," Him? That guy who always had a lollipop? "He doesn't really talk with others except for his friends and never got himself in issues. You cannot find any dirt on him. That's why he's the most suspicious among them."

I know I should be focusing on the war ahead, but I haven't smiled in what feels like an eternity, and that woman took my breath away. What kind of man would I be if I didn't pursue my mate? Love is a luxury in this world. And a mate is so rare that most people can't find them during their entire lifetime. It took me a thousand years to stumble upon Wesley, and therefore, I shall honor my bond with Kyra. I peer out from the window before jumping from the highest floor. Maya lives in a rather extravagant building, but I don't deem it challenging to leap—a vampire always land on their feet.