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"Is she any good?" He looks surprised by my question. "The best." The car comes to a stop at the front of the house. It's a beautiful, large white stone house, not big but not small by any means. We all climb out, and I'm surprised to find Hamish unloading two suitcases from the trunk. Nicholas walks up the porch steps to the front door, which is opened before we reach it. Standing there is a woman in a dark pantsuit, her black hair cut sharply at her nape, her makeup perfectly applied, and her lips painted a deep, dark red.

I gradually began to feel an itch in my soul. Following the sensation back home, I realized that the power had been cut because the bill was overdue. Everything inside the walk-in freezer began to thaw. Drawn by the sickly sweet scent, rats and cockroaches poured in through tiny holes in the walls. The cloyingly sweet cake was already devoured, but even more cockroaches and rats were gathering inside. I never knew that dead people could look so horrendous. Actually, I had been hiding a secret from Mom. Dad had met with me in private many times.

Chaining his wrist to the iron bedframe—not because we thought it would hold him forever, but because it might slow him down long enough for us to survive. When we finished, he looked less like a monster dragged from the street and more like a warlord temporarily caged. Mae sat heavily in the chair, eyes never leaving him. “So,” she said softly, “what exactly did we bring into your apartment?” I met her gaze. “Someone important,” I said. “And someone dangerous enough that people will come looking.” Mae’s mouth curved into a slow, uneasy smile. “And that’s our opening.” I looked back at the vampire, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. “Yes,” I said quietly. “It is.”

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.

"You went in my room?" "Just to drop off your bags. I didn't touch anything." His warm eyes looked innocent but I didn't believe him. "Thanks." I opened the door. "Winter?" His voice stopped me. "If you need anything tonight, I'm right next door. Just knock." "I'll be fine." "I'm sure you will be." He turned to leave then paused. "Sleep well, little stepsister." I closed the door and locked it immediately. I came here to hide from Marcus and start over. Instead I walked into a house with three wolves who already decided I belonged to them.

Vanessa paled. The monster she thought she controlled… had turned toward her. And he wasn’t playing anymore. As Lucien walked away from the grave, his phone buzzed in his pocket. A message. No name. Just a video attachment. He opened it. His blood iced. Zara. In the woods. Sleeping against a tree. Adrian keeping watch. And the camera filming them… was close. Too close. Lucien’s throat locked. Then the message appeared beneath the video:

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

“We need to leave the city.” “Good,” Alessio said, jaw set. “Because there’s something I need to show you.” Noa’s brow furrowed. “What?” Alessio’s grin was slow, dangerous. “Where monsters are born.” Noa’s blood ran cold. And the elevator groaned again. Footsteps. Not Dominik’s. Someone worse. A shadow darker than even Alessio. And Noa realized, too late They weren’t out of this yet. They’d just walked into the next nightmare.

"Fresh polish from yesterday. I thought I'd be going out shopping with my friends today… never imagined I'd end up stuck in some nightmare with monsters and time loops." "This isn't the time to dwell on that," I said. "Do you know how we can get out of the house, or better yet, kill the monsters? Do you have any leads?" A flicker of defeat crossed her face. "I'm not sure. It's crawling with monsters outside. I don't dare leave, and I haven't managed to gather much information." Her words stirred something uneasy in me—a faint, unplaceable doubt. Before I could grasp it, a sudden pounding rattled the door.

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.