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Richard leaned in at one point, whispering, “This is what I want for us, Isa. Family. Real family.” The evening stretches out as a beautiful one till we hear a smooth wheel noise from the gate entrance. We all turned to see a sleek black luxury car pull up. The driver stepped out and began unloading several designer suitcases from the trunk. Salvatore emerged first from the backseat, tall and commanding in a black shirt, his expression unreadable. He extended a hand and helped a woman out after him—elegant, poised, with sharp features and dark hair swept into a flawless chignon.

Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. The name of the writer is the godslayer: {evil}. He also ended his book with a paragraph in which he wrote: Am I the Evil, or am I the Good, who freed the world from the prison of the word of God that prevents them from relying on themselves? Am I the "Savior" or am I salvation itself, when the scales change the search for strength It's What makes you count and what makes you one of the scales of the balance ,when you reach absolute power, the absolute truth appears before you, only time judges us to perish.

The papers were covered in Roxy's neat, yet hurried, scribbles. Each page was dedicated to a specific supernatural species, with titles like "Reaver", "Vampire", "Werewolf", "Cryomancer", and "Witch" heading each section. Beneath these titles, Roxy had jotted down notes, presumably extracted from my book. “This book has a lot of history in it, and a lot of different species' history as well. I didn't want to keep your book forever, so I’m making my own book. My own supernatural compilation.” Her matter-of-fact tone couldn't disguise the pride shining in her eyes, and I could tell she was thrilled with her project.

"You feel it too. The way you stay right here. The way you didn't pull away when I touched you in the car last time. You hate it, but you want it." I swallowed hard, unable to deny what he was saying. "I hate how right you are. I should be figuring out how to run. Instead I'm here, letting you hold me like this while they talk about us like we're some twisted story." Salvatore's fingers pressed into my hip. "It is twisted. I took you. I should still want revenge. But every time another man gets close, I want to end him. You did that to me. You and that damn ring you keep."

I ran to the nightstand like an excited little girl who's crush texted her for the first time and opened my messages. You've used 80% of your data I sighed disappointedly. All of a sudden I received another message, a smile finding itself on my face as I opened it up The Domino's 50% off pizza deal! Spend $30 or more and get 50% off! Just use code SAVEBIG2. I was so naive, why did I think he would text me anyway. I jumped on the bed into a lying position, frustratedly. I frowned when I heard screeching from below. I quickly jumped off and checked to see if Estella was okay. I totally forgot she was there. I looked underneath and found her giggling quietly.

him. "He thinks he can take it back," I muttered, staring at my reflection. My eyes looked wide, the pupils blown out. "He thinks he can expose the Sunder-Link." I grabbed my burner phone from the nightstand. I needed to know who the real Red Savior was. If I could find the official name on the Tithe registry, I could prove John was a fraud before he even opened his mouth. I’d make him look like a liar on top of everything else. I typed a message to my contact in Officer Miller’s office: Find the name on the Sacrificial Contract. Now. I don’t care who you have to bribe.

, I countered, and someone ran in “The Alpha is seeking your attention” she delivered and we both went to see him “Are these the books you are looking for?” Draco said and pushed the books toward us. I slowly reached out to pick one of the books and flipped through the pages, and to my surprise, they were the book of codes. My jaw dropped as I looked up at Draco’s face. “I told you” he shrugged with pride. “How did you get this?” I almost screamed but covered my mouth and he pointed to Beta Gray who was sitting by his side.

In the past, no matter how much I gave, no matter how desperately I begged, Murray never once showed me even a trace of affection. Was he regretting everything just because I was marrying someone else? So, this was the extent of his so-called love. Harper and I exchanged cold, knowing smiles. Just as we were about to put our phones away, Lucy charged into the restaurant like a madwoman. She began screaming at us. “Laurel! Harper! You filthy wretches! What have you done to my brothers? Why are they suddenly so obsessed with you? They’re even sending me abroad! “What do you have that I don’t? I hope you both rot in hell!”

"I think I’d rather be the one who owns the books." Salvatore smiled—a dark, triumphant thing, and kissed me right there amidst the ruins of our enemies. The war wasn't over. The other syndicates would come. The fallout would be massive. But as I leaned into my protector, my husband, I knew one thing for certain: the Russo reign was dead, and the Moretti empire belonged to us. "Iris! Oh my goodness, you’re okay!" The sudden shout broke our moment. Mira ran onto the terrace, her face frantic. "I’m so sorry, the connection broke!" She practically pulled me away from Salvatore’s arms, her hands hovering over me as she checked me all over for any sign of a wound.

But then the heavy wooden door swung open without warning, making me jump. Salvatore walked in. His boots made no sound on the thick carpet, his movements slow and purposeful. He didn’t acknowledge me, didn’t even look in my direction. Instead, he walked between the tall bookshelves, letting his long fingers trail along the spines of the books. The silence stretched between us, heavy but not uncomfortable. Minutes passed. Then, his deep voice broke the quiet. “You like poetry?” I looked up, surprised that he had spoken to me. In his hands was a small, worn book with a faded blue cover. The edges were frayed, the spine cracked with use.