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For him, remembering the coordinates of the landing zone was much easier than the name of the place. "It will be there you will discover that some things have been willed by Fate." Tarsi was taking on a larger-than-life presence and the mirror was rippling, beckoning Jinx to go through. "One more word of advice. To work with the power of Chaos, you have to see it. It has a signature like the Devil's black sand. That is all I can do for you, Jinx. Use it." "Thanks for the information." Jinx left the weird space, emerging back into the bathroom.

I watched as the man standing before me shivered in pleasure, his whole body trembling as a soft light merged with his skin. The whole interaction lasted less than thirty seconds, and I was free. “Elliot Lakin, it’s nice to own you. The name's Chaos,” Chaos outstretched his arm, gripping my hand, and pulling me to my feet. “Yeah. There were seven others to choose from, but something about Chaos spoke to me. It’s as if he chose me without knowing it. He’d told me once that we were compatible. The transaction wouldn’t work if we didn’t mesh. I suppose he was right,” I huffed, knowing that if he could hear me right now, he’d be staring at me with a smug ass grin on his face.

Only that he did. Heart thundering, he stalked into his war chamber. Castor found him there, standing over the ancient mirror embedded in the floor—a relic passed down by the Alpha Kings, able to show visions when blood was offered. Darian didn’t hesitate. He sliced his palm open with his claw, letting his blood sizzle against the silver runes. “Show me,” he growled. “Show me the one who is mine.” The mirror rippled like disturbed water. Shadows danced across the surface, then cleared.

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

The thought sent a shiver racing up her spine, her legs trembling with the spark of her imagination. “And I, like the shameless fool I am, would still beg for more,” Vittoria whispered, her voice laced with a mix of desire and embarrassment. She pulled herself together, bracing her hands on her knees and standing slowly. “One little stumble, and you’re already turning disaster into dirty fantasies.” Between laughs and grumbles, Vittoria turned the simple act of getting ready into a full-blown spectacle of chaos. Her lipstick slipped off the vanity and rolled across the floor, her eyeshadow slipped from her fingers, scattering colored powder onto the blouse she’d already picked out, and her p

It wasn't the casual leer of a Satur- day night drunk, the kind she could de"ect with a practiced roll of her eyes and a withering look. This was something else entirely. An invitation laced with a dare, a challenge thrown down at her feet. A silent, smol- dering promise that if she so much as loosened her grip on the careful control she CHAOTIC OBSESSION | 5 maintained, he'd have her completely, utterly undone before anyone even noticed she was gone. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. She had to say something, anything, to break the su#ocating silence that had descended between them. "Where's Layla tonight?" The question felt "imsy, a shield cobbled toget

She stared. > “You’ve torn prophecy loose from time.” The child turned toward her, hand glowing with our joined fires. Where its light touched her shadow, the dark peeled away. Nytheria hissed, retreating as if burned. > “Not yet,” she whispered. “You’ll undo everything.” The Loom screamed overhead threads snapping like nerves. Then Chaos’s voice rolled through the hall, low and delighted. > “Oh, let them breathe, daughter. Every story needs a rehearsal.”

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Like a distant chord struck in my bones. Lazriel inhales sharply. “Now,” he whispers. The air above the hare shimmers. Barely visible, but I see it. A thread of silver-white and trembling, lifting from the small, still body. It dawns on me then it’s the soul. Caelan curses softly under his breath. Lazriel moves fast. His fingers slice through the air, pulling unseen strands from his own power and weaving them toward that rising thread. The dungeon temperature drops instantly. Frost creeps across the stone near the ritual circle.