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And Colt, checking his weapon with the same controlled efficiency he had once brought to protecting Sloane from Voss's men on a dark switchback, said, without looking up: then we move carefully, and we move fast, because whatever Camille Duarte is facing right now, she's facing it because she chose to help us, and I am not prepared to let that choice cost her everything while we debate the wisdom of acting quickly enough to actually matter. The flight to Phoenix felt endless, Sloane's mind cycling through every possible scenario awaiting them, and Colt, beside her, maintained a controlled, focused calm that she recognized, with familiar unease, as Carter Mercer fully resurfacing, every soft

"See that woman over there? In the red dress with the dark hair? That's Emilia Torres, his fiancée." "Emilia," I repeat under my breath. To him, I say, "Is she famous, too?" She certainly has the looks for it - and something about the way she carries herself seems to suggest an easy sort of confidence. Rafe chuckles again. "Yes, quite famous these days. She stars alongside Luca in the Cataclysm: Earth movies. Have you heard of those?" There's an amused gleam in his eyes - similar to what I saw in Luca's face, but it's more subdued in Rafe. He's obviously enjoying my inexperience, but unlike his brother, Rafe's pleasure is more restrained.

If I have another, I'll never hear the end of it from Roxie. As I wait for the drinks, someone else comes up to the bar. When I look up, I find it's Luca's next youngest brother, Raphael - or Rafe, as his family usually calls him. Rafe is pretty darn different from his older brothers. While Dante and Luca are opposites in terms of temperament, they're both polished when it comes to their public personas. Rafe, on the other hand, is the black sheep of the family. With his shaved head and tattoos, he looks more like he belongs in a motorcycle gang than in Hollywood's royal family. And he's definitely forging his own career path - though he's done some acting like everyone else in his family, h

Ryker asked, his mouth practically hanging open. "Experience," I said shortly. "Penn? What the fuck are you doing in here?" Rafe said as he passed through my bedroom doorway. He shook his head. "Never mind. Don't care." He nudged his older brother out of the way. Squatted down next to me. "Let's see those gams, Will." I chuckled. My Rafe was a sucker for film noir. I lifted the sheet away from my legs. He sucked in a noisy breath through his nose. "Shit sticks and cuttlefish, Will."

Coffee went cold. I returned to our house despite the restrictions. The place still carried the scent of lemon and spice. I moved quickly. Clothes. Documents. Essentials. I didn’t look at anything long enough to feel it. Cole drove us to Rafe’s apartment after that. It hadn’t been lived in for three months. Not since Rafe was admitted to the hospital. He’s twenty-two. Still hasn’t found his mate. He used to joke about being unlucky. Now he’s bedridden. Two days before the trial, I go to see him.

The rooftop falls quiet again, but now it feels different, calm and intentional. Rafe nudges the case with his boot. “Do you want me to leave the feed open?” “Yes.” “And if he activates the camera again?” My jaw tightens. “Then he’ll see exactly what I allow him to see. I want him to believe he's still tracking her.” A slow grin spreads across Rafe’s face. “Damn, man! You’re insane.” “I know.” He straightens up and picks up the case. "For what it’s worth," he says nonchalantly, "this might just be the most entertaining thing you've dragged me into. I've already booked my ticket. Front row seat to whatever chaos you're about to unleash."

The door to Rafa’s office in the villa blasts open as Ryan’s legs slam the hard wooden frame. “Delete that video right now, Raffaele!” he roars,his voice seething with fury. Behind the massive desk, Rafa barely blinks, like he’s expecting him. His lips curl into a smirk as he slowly lifts up his head, his calm demeanor a stark difference to Ryan’s rage. As his eyes lock on Ryan’s form, he raises an eyebrow. “What video?” he asks, acting oblivious to Ryan’s rage.

Rafael stood at my window, his cloak soaked from rain and blood on his collar. “Gods are you hurt?” I rushed toward him. “Not mine,” he murmured, wiping his cheek. “Camden’s wolves ambushed us at the ridge. We drove them back.” I reached for him instinctively, placing a hand on his chest. His heartbeat thundered beneath my palm. “You could’ve died.” “I didn’t.” “But you could have.” His hand wrapped around mine, pressing it tighter against his chest. “I came back.” I looked up, heart pounding. “Why?”

Rafe halted between his track and shot glare at Cohen, " Why? You are scared that they will kill me? Cohen, I know that I was wrong this time but I am trying to repay. Besides, who are they to protest in front of my castle? I have to see....." Moments afterwards,the front door was pushed open widely with Rafe's kingly present that stunned everyone for a second. Actually, they didn't expect that Rafe would dare to show up so easily. His cold eyes swiped past the people. He recognized most of them as they were Seraya's neighborhood pack and her own pack. Although Alpha Artemis was convinced to come here, he was staying behind. A part of him said that it wasn't a good idea to rebel without any