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I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

Walking around in almost nothing, happy to do whatever was in their power to please the men… Not for her… Absolutely not for her… AJ, Tristan, Jarred and Max all showed up. They sat outside and the women all knew to be there ready for whatever way this was going to play out. “I still can’t believe it…” Jarred shook his head. Marla was serving the men drinks. Lillianna quickly poured AJ a scotch and handed it to him. “Yeah…” Tristan nodded his head. “Is he dead?” Max now. “He wishes he was.” AJ replied shrugging his shoulders. “Out of all the people in the world, he had to be a cop? I fucking liked him man…” Jarred said. It felt like somebody had spilled icy cold water down her spine. Paul? N

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

A faint frown ghosts across his brows. “What?” I ask, voice soft. “That looks fresh.” His fingers lifts, barely grazing the healed-but-still-new bite mark just below my ear. The one from Shawn. “Mmmhmm.” I say, reaching for the silk scarf on the table, and wrapping it loosely around my throat to hide the mark. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, steady and searching. “Is it Shawn?” I hold his gaze but say nothing. He exhales through his nose. “I’ll take your silence as a yes.” he pauses, then quieter, “You’re mated now.”

"Ask the Grand Luna why Julian was really here. Ask her why the Mark only appeared after he made contact with the estate!" ​Silas tilted his head, his interest finally piqued. He looked from Elena to the Grand Luna, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. "Now, that is an interesting thought. I was under the impression the Mark was a divine lineage trait. Are you suggesting there’s... foul play involved?" ​"I'm suggesting," Elena gasped, clutching her stomach as she leaned against the doorframe, "that the Mark isn't a blessing. It’s a curse. And Julian wasn't trying to steal it, he was trying to use it for himself."

I declare. "Suit yourself," he says. He runs a hand through his hair and is about to leave when something on my neck catches his gaze. His eyes widen, and he grabs my arm and pulls me closer. His eyes change from blue to bloodshot, "What the fuck is this?" he growls, grip tightening. I wince in pain. "What?" "You're marked!" he roars.

I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh and I swallowed the nausea. “What is it?” Marco whispered as he stared down at me. My gaze was fixed on his exposed throat and I opened the blade discreetly. When I looked at him, my smile was bittersweet. “I hope you rot in hell for eternity.” I whispered and his eyes widened. I struck immediately, slashing the blade across his throat in one clean motion. For a moment, Marco just stood there, his expression confused. Then blood began to spurt in rhythm with his heartbeat. He tried to speak, but only gurgles came out.

And I was too polite to turn him down. Two chairs away. That's how close to Gideon I was. If we both stretched out an arm, we could hold each other. I passed Doctor Carver a smile and slid into the chair, accidentally glancing in Gideon's direction as I did so. His eyes were slightly narrowed on me but his expression was unreadable. The room began to grow a little too hot. "We went through all the resources you provided and found out that the mark was linked to wolves who once occupied the Great Plains of Talamar," Doctor Carver began and went on to narrate what he had told me the previous night.

“Who else was in on this, Mark? Name names. Or Dare goes for the other hand.” Mark babbled names, Hell Hounds we knew, low-level thugs, even a few faces we’d seen around town. He gave us the whole damn roster. Then, Silas took his turn, wrenching Mark’s jaw open. I heard the tearing sound. Mark screamed, a garbled, horrific noise. His tongue was partially severed, hanging limply. I felt no pity. Only cold purpose. He had information, and now we had it. We left him there, a whimpering mess, then exploded out of the clubhouse. We mounted our bikes, the roar of the engines a primal scream of vengeance.

The moment Vladimir had reached out through the mindlink and told me what had happened, something inside me had snapped into a cold, sharpened focus. A rogue had tracked her, and I just knew that the rogue wouldn’t be just anyone, but maybe the same or from the same circle that attacked her when she was here. The doors opened, and instantly I could smell the stench of a rogue’s blood and my brother’s…and…Astoria’s. The last bit made my blood boil a bit more. Vladimir walked in, looking calm like he always did, though there was a tightness in his posture that betrayed the strain of what had happened.