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"Who is this?" "You know who this is. Or rather, you think you do not know. But we have met, Eva. Multiple times. I have stood beside you. Worked with you. Earned your trust while planning your destruction." The voice was male, smooth, without accent or distinguishing features. Generic. Forgettable. "Knox thought he was X. Poor fool. He actually believed he orchestrated everything. But he was just another puppet. Like Catherine. Like Rebecca. Like Thomas. All of them thinking they were players when they were pieces on my board." My blood went cold. "Knox was not X?"

There was something about this woman: the power flowing from her was almost terrifying. Ronan and Knox tumbled on the ground each taking blows at each other. Knox buried his claws into Ronan’s side and Ronan pierced his shoulder. Mallory moving towards them caught Knox’s eye. Knox slammed his fist into Ronan’s face. He grabbed a handful of mud and rubbed into Ronan’s eyes as he stood up getting off the ground.

Knox, Leaning against the wall, I stared at the reflection of myself. The mirror didn’t show a man anymore; it showed a hollow shape wearing my skin. I was Knox Silverfang, a grandson of a Mafia leader. A name that once felt heavy and powerful now felt like an empty label pinned to a stranger. I studied the sharp angles of my jaw, the hair pushed back in a way I didn’t remember styling, the faint dark circles beneath my eyes that made me look permanently sleepless. But none of it looked familiar. Nothing fit.

He had this hard exterior and this impenetrable wall around him. Knox with his gruffness and intense personality was definitely someone I'm not usually into. I mostly found myself going towards the jock type of guy. Which of course never ended well. While Knox kind of had that golden boy look about him with the blonde hair and green eyes, he was definitely the 'bad boy'. Which just equaled troubled.

Not another scholar. Not a professor. Not even one of the girls who hated me. It was someone I recognized. Jacob Morgan. Khaelon's stepbrother.

“And Knox was in the control room when I walked past.” That makes me pause. My fingers tighten around the brush handle, knuckles going white. Knox Ashford. Owner of The Crimson Cage, billionaire entrepreneur to the human world, and slave master to those of us who know better. Forty-five years old and handsome in that silver-fox way that makes humans trust him and the supernatural fear him. A charcoal-gray wolf with gold eyes that never blinks, never shows mercy, and never forgets a slight. “Knox doesn’t watch the help,” I say, forcing my hands to resume their work. “We’re beneath his pay grade.”

"I said it's time to go. Now." "We weren't finished," McGregor tried to intervene, his voice wavering. Knox stepped forward, and the air seemed to drop ten degrees. He turned his head just a fraction toward McGregor. "No one was talking to side characters. Walk away before I make it a permanent departure." McGregor’s face immediately went pale. He gave me one last, lingering look and hurried toward the church without another word. I stood up, the adrenaline finally hitting my system. But instead of being grateful, my stubbornness flared. I hated that he had seen that. I hated that he was acting like my keeper. "I can Uber myself home, Knox. You can leave. I’m not a child."

“Don't think the little kindness you've shown me gives you the right to say whatever you want, Knox. You are no better than your—” Before I could finish my sentence, his fist was wrapped around my neck. I saw the kind of rage that took over only when he was with his father and at that moment, I regretted ever being careless with my words. He tightened his grip around my neck and it didn't matter how much I fought against him, he didn't let go. Instead, he punched the wall a few inches above my head, as if trying not to hit me. “That is such an ironic statement coming from you, Morgan,” he hissed. “I could send you to him. I would if you think so highly of him and forget your place here. But

"What do you think he will look like?" Morrigan looked towards Frey then up at the sky again. Looking at the bright stars shining down at her. "He is probably a fine man. Well-versed in literature and the military. Not to mention that his father is also quite handsome." Morrigan took out the locket she keeps inside of her dress. Frey pried a look at the locket, finally noticing the back of the locket. "Are those your initials?" Morrigan nodded at Frey's inquiry. "This locket, only him can open it." Morrigan turned the locket in every direction, again looking for a way to open it.

President Knox said in contempt as he though Kate was being too coward for the first time. Kate only shrugged and smiled, she stopped laughing while having some evil thoughts, well, it was much more evil than what was President Knox is trying to also execute. "So what if there was an omnipotent system on our side? There is a person who can damage a system so great. Isn’t it what we discuss earlier in the first place? The person whom you wanted to find to recruit back to Blessed organization and make it one of your bodyguard?" but i doubt you will be able to be successful at finding that person as that person-is her uncle.