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“For now…” A sharp knock cut the silence. Nathan bolted upright, scrambling for a shirt and clutching the sheet around his waist. The room felt suddenly fragile again. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed 2:43 a.m. in bright red. Too late, too strange. Who could possibly be at the door at that hour?

Luc replied with a shameless smile, pointing to Alice before winking at me. "May I ask what you're doing?" she asked cautiously. "Negotiating, honey. Mr. Basciano wants to spend the night with her." Damn bastard, I thought with anger. It had to be a damn joke, and I was going to cut it off at the root. "Sorry, but my night is already booked with you guys," I said coquettishly. "You know the procedure, it's always by appointment and with our boss's approval, and the offer must be higher than the first one," I explained confidently.

“Yeah. There are ways for vampires to get around during daylight hours, and I kind of have a magical way of making the sunlight not hurt Lucas.” “Oh, uh. Wow.” Silence falls between us for a few seconds. I pull the band from my ponytail. “So, when’s a good time to come over? Phil and I both have the night and then tomorrow off.” “Once the sun goes down. Is that too late for Penny?” “Lord no,” she says with a laugh. “That kid hasn’t been sleeping very well lately. It’s a Wonder Week.” “What’s that?” “A growth spurt that messes with her sleep cycle, her happiness, and basically my sanity. She might be up. She might not be.”

It hits me that he has no idea I’ve made the entire house safe from sunlight when I see him rush down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Look!” I point to the window, though it’s pretty damn obvious why I called him down. Light from every other window in the house filters the sunlight, and in a few minutes, I’ll wave the smoke away from this window too. Lucas doesn’t have to hide out in my room like a grounded teenager anymore. “The chime kept the spell from working?” Lucas looks around the house, eyes wide. It’s the first time he’s seeing more than my bedroom in the sunlight.

I throw myself to the nearest wall and look around the room. “At least this one has a window to look out from”, I jokingly say to myself. I drag myself closer to the window, grab hold of the frame, and pull myself into the window leaning on it. I look in the window, I stare eyes wide through the blood-stained glass. I can see Brittany sitting in the corner of a room across from the room, I'm in. The window in the room is adjacent to another room next to me. I try to open the window but it's stuck, the window won't budge. I start shouting for her and banging on the window. I can see Brittany walk stand up and walk over to the window and stare into it. It's as if she is starting right past me

Inches from her the angel let out a bone-chilling scream which immediately summoned a tempest of wicked, barbed fire arrows that soared from the gloomy dark skies into the battlefield, they ssizzledizzledizzled before hitting their targets, killing Augustine's men in an instant. Mountains of magma-red blood sprayed into the air, It was butchery, almost like a scene out of one's worst nightmare At lightning speed before Augustine could react Ciara stretched her left hand towards Augustine's face blasting him with a light beam that sent him flying, and crashing against the ground. "You still lack the power to stop me, King Augustine Van Helsing," She said with a triumphant smirk moving towards

AT THE CAPITAL, CENTRAL POWER OF THE ROYAL HOUSE OF LYCANS PALACE HENRI OF BLOODCLAW Henri was furious as he clawed the council table, his eyes filled with dangerous resolve as he grimaced at the faces before him: the Small Council, Lord Ashfold, Kaila, Grand Prince Aric, Vera Cole, and the Grand Maester. Their eyes shifted between one another as Henri prowled around the table, anger clear on his face.

She doesn't know he heard her. Paul's face had gone pale. "How could someone—" He stopped. The journal had recorded things no one could have seen. Their first dinner in the house. The argument about where to hang the television. The night Claire had woken from a nightmare and walked to the kitchen for water. Every detail. Every word. Every secret. Claire grabbed the journal and flipped to the most recent entry. The date was yesterday. December 8. Paul spent the morning fixing the leak under the sink. Claire found a box of old photographs in the attic. She cried when she saw the picture of her grandmother. Neither of them has yet noticed the loose baseboard in the hallway. They will find the

"Alright. Read me what's in your little notebook, Gabriel." He stiffened, eyes blazing for a moment before he pushed it down. If there was one thing he hated above everything else, it was being talked down to. He took out his reading glasses, placing them on the bridge of his nose before reading out of his notebook. "Who has gone missing?" "James Penderghast and Louis Black," she answered easily. "Do you have any leads? Do you suspect they're dead?" Gabriel continued.

Connor called him a vampire, and he certainly wasn't dumb to realize what this entailed. Leaving Alex to his thoughts, a large magic circle light up across the entire floor of the room. The orange light filled everywhere up for about a second. And when it went off. The room was empty and silent, everything that was broken and shattered seemed good as new as if time had rewind. This particular night would usher a new beginning the supernatural world.