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he said, his voice steady despite everything. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak without breaking down again. As we lifted off, I cast one last look at our blood-stained patio where the bullet had struck Abigail in the head. A bullet meant for me. I wanted to find Sinclair, to crush him with my bare hands. After this blatant act of aggression, all pretenses are off. Abigail’s life hangs in the balance, and we are officially at war with the Red Lords. Book 4 in the Obsidian Knights series is to be released in December 2025. For more information, please visit www.laurajquinnbooks.com

That sent a chill straight down Cain's spine as he tried his best to wrap his mind around this absurd reality. As far as Zeke and Graham were concerned, Cain only wanted them to make the truth public. He had no interest in dragging things out. His next priorities were settling the score with Evan and finding the person who had hired Gabriel's killer. "Before we do that, there's something else I need to handle," Alistair said. Cain blinked. "What?" Alistair looked at him. "Remember that mysterious cultivation manual Northreach has been hunting? It has resurfaced after more than 20 years."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I don’t want my grandfather to see me wounded once again, and that’s why I didn’t want to go home this early. “Oh, you know Sylvester’s twin brother, Gabriel Knight, is coming back?” Rachel asked me, and my whole body trembled hard. Gabriel Knight. He is coming back?

Rebecca’s POV I stepped out of my sleek black car, my heels clicking against the pavement as I adjusted the lapel of my tailored blazer. The meeting with the business executives had been exhausting, yet my mind refused to let go of darker, more pressing thoughts. The murders of Roy and Cassandra lingered heavily, clawing at my conscience like a relentless specter. Gabriel’s involvement was no longer a suspicion but a certainty, especially after Natasha provided the damning evidence. The cool night air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to ease the fire of anger burning within me. Gabriel wasn’t just a liar and a cheat. He was a murderer, willing to send a hired killer to eliminate t

The tension in the room was palpable, a storm building behind Robert’s eyes. For a long moment, neither man spoke. Then Robert waved him off. “Get out.” When the door closed, Robert exhaled slowly. He set the drink down untouched and turned toward the window. The estate below was quiet, the gardens trimmed to perfection, guards patrolling in silence. To anyone else, it would look like peace. To Robert, it looked like the calm before something inevitable. He moved toward the shelf, running his hand across a row of files until his fingers stopped at one, old, thick, sealed in black leather. The label on the spine read: K. Jackson.

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

Robert walks through the back door towards Forsyth with a bowl in his hand. "Can't you be less shameless with the free ticket to hell you're allotting me?" Forsyth snorted as he glared. "You're making murder seem a less offense." Robert rolled his eyes. "I presume you realize the Ginnak's book has been read, she will be suffering different types of sensations now."

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

Eleven Years Later Rainn Rainn woke up in a cold sweat from the nightmare again, just like every night for the last eleven years. He could still hear his mother's voice and see the look on her face after her death. There are still days when he can't seem to scrub his hands enough to feel clean. He hoped that he would make his parents proud. He'd trained harder than anyone in the fortress and protected Liam as much as he could.

I flopped back on my bed, opening my novel to where I’d left off. I had heard a lot about the story and I wanted to see what the fuss was about. Plus, one of the protagonists was Russian – and not bratva. It caught my interest. Ilya and Shane were so sickeningly in love that it felt unrealistic to me though. Still, I’d woken up alone, Sean vanished like he never existed…maybe I needed to escape my reality and wallow in someone else’s sickening reality.