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She gasped. “Of course” Mabel smiled as she looked at her. A tear fell from her eyes. “What is the matter? Are you okay?” Eva asked. “I am” She lied “Something flew into my eyes” “I am so sorry. Did you get it out or should I help you with it?” Eva questioned with concern. “Thanks but I already did” Mabel smiled. Eva smiled and concentrated on the beautiful buildings, she did not know when next she would be able to see it.

he growled firmly and our son nodded, looking a bit taken back by his father's fierce demeanor. "Watch yourself, Violet," he said softly to me as we stepped across the threshold into the darkness. Our eyes began to glow and I could hear the flapping of leathery wings and looked up into the rafters to see hundreds of vampires clustered together. Further on eye level, I gasped at what I saw. Mabel was hung by chains from her ankles and wrist. She was spread open from her sternum to her abdomen and Michael was trying desperately to get her down. Growing furious for my dear friend I looked around for the one responsible. As Michael unchained, Mabel swarms of vampires began swooping down at the p

I pleaded in a shaky voice, my knees suddenly felt weak, so I sat down, not minding that people were passing by and watching me. "Your mom collapsed and when the doctors examined her, they said she was getting worse and she had just a few weeks-" I didn't listen to the rest of what he had to say. I ran down the staircase as my chest tightened. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I kept pushing through the wind, running as fast as my little legs could carry me. Tears kept falling from my eyes but I didn't bother to clean them.

, I whispered to Ava and tried to leave the ballroom. I turned, and suddenly, I bumped into a solid, icy face, and it was like the entire world hit pause. My heart raced, and my eyes met his, a complete stranger with an expression as cold as ice. His face, framed by silver, tousled hair, was etched with surprise, at the same time mirroring my own astonishment. The whole world stopped, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. My head spun as if oxygen rushed to my brain all at once. It was an ecstasy I couldn't put into words.

Chapter 1: The Encounter The glitzy ballroom was packed with Hollywood’s elite. Olivia Hart could feel the weight of a thousand eyes, even if none were directly on her. She leaned against the marble railing of the outdoor terrace, letting the cool breeze soothe her nerves. Inside, the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and upbeat music created a world that felt light years away from the one she’d grown up in. “I swear, if one more person tells me I’m the next big thing, I might lose it,” Olivia mumbled, glancing at her phone. Lily, her assistant and younger sister, had sent a text that read: "Don't freak out. Just breathe. You’re already amazing".

Mabel's voice cut through my hysteria. I only just had time to turn my head around to watch her launching at Liam, face contorted with rage. But before she even made it that far, Liam's other hand flashed out. With nightmare speed, he grabbed her by the arm and whirled her away from him like a rag doll. Mabel crashed hard onto the floor, her cry of pain lost in the din of combat.

he finally said, “her disappearance bothers me.” “Lev, Mabel may not be who you think she is,” I said. He looked up, sharply. “Don’t.” “I’m serious," I pressed on. “So am I.” I stepped forward, arms crossed behind my back, “Lev, I know how you feel, but you need to open your eyes, there’s more to Mabel than you understand—that night she lost control, do you remember the way she screamed? The way it shook the building, the rogues and practically everyone in hearing distance?”

Originally, he wanted Cedric's aunt, but Cedric's grandfather intervened and forced Mabel into the arrangement instead. Although Mabel was grateful to the Henwoods for taking her in, life there wasn't much better than that of a servant. When she heard about her grandfather's decision, she gathered her courage and ran away. Tragically, what should have been her escape from one prison only threw her into another. On her way from Boston to New York, she collapsed on the road—only to be "rescued" by Burnell, whose lecherous gaze sealed her fate. She had fled the wolf's den, only to fall into the tiger's lair.

There was laughter, bad dancing, and the promise of a peaceful weekend. Until Mabel arrived. The elevator doors opened like the gates of trouble, and out stepped Mabel du Prée: head wrapped in black silk, pearls that could deflect bullets, and a smile that knew something the rest of the room didn’t. “Oh, Lord,” Marvella muttered under her breath. “Here come the national anthem of bad timing.” Ruth leaned toward Abigail. “That’s the aunt?” “The one who thinks the devil just misunderstood,” Abigail whispered. Mabel’s heels clicked across the marble like punctuation marks. “Ladies! Don’t stop on my account. I just came to bring a little family flavor to the festivities.”

After tucking the blanket around her, he walked lightly toward Mabel. On the terrace, the moonlight was cold. "How did you get hurt?" Her hand was wrapped in gauze. When he noticed, the familiar concern returned to his face. Mabel pressed her lips together and looked at him with a faint smile. "I fell at the banquet. You were busy saving someone else. You did not see it." Anthony sighed and rubbed his brow. "I know I wronged you tonight. But you saw the situation. Cheryl had a severe stress reaction. If she had jumped, how would I face Zachary in death?