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That raw power she carried, even in fury—it hooked something deeper than reason. “You didn’t, though,” I murmured, stepping closer. “You’re careful, you always measure before you strike. That’s what I admire about you.” Her jaw locked. “Admire? Don’t—don’t twist this into some poetry. You sent someone to tail me without asking permission. That’s not protection, Killian. That’s an habit of a stalker.” The word hit like a slap. I almost smiled because of course she’d see it that way. Rebel never let anyone close enough to decide for her.

The sense of being watched without proof—it’s better than any physical violence. My method is meticulous. Every victim must follow a strict routine. They need to work a standard schedule, so I have time to infiltrate their space without rushing. They can’t live with someone—no partners, no housemates. That complicates things, introduces variables. And variables get you caught. Rushing is sloppy, and sloppy stalkers don’t last long.

"No sovereignty. No gold. Just the cold." The ten-minute window Ryan had bought us was closing. On the ridge, I saw the first flare of a physical torch. The Council Stalkers were moving. They didn't need satellites or high-frequency scanners now; they were hunting by sight, tracking the trail of blood and soot I had left in the snow like a common animal. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the scrap of pine-scented fabric I’d stitched into my lining. I pressed it against Kael’s nose, a desperate, pathetic attempt to wake the wolf that I knew was gone.

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

“My day?” My day had included a press conference where a woman called me a murderer on live television and then called me privately to form a secret alliance while confessing to a hidden affair with the man I had killed and also buried evidence of abuse for. I picked up my phone to check my emails and somehow ended up on his name and I pressed the call button before I could talk myself out of it. It rang twice. "Karma." His voice was awake. Fully awake. Like he hadn't been sleeping either.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV However, I don't operate in that manner. Stealing is punishable by death, murder is punishable by death, and reporting is punishable by, you guessed it, death. I grinned wickedly. I turned away from the man, laughing bitterly. "I would murder you even if you simply annoyed the hell out of me," I said.

"The body was gone." Nobody spoke. Nobody breathed. Even the rain outside seemed quieter. "The body was gone," Adrian repeated. "Victor was gone too." Quinn stared. "What about Mark?" Adrian swallowed. "Mark was still there." The room froze, because that changed everything. For years Adrian had believed Mark died. But according to his own memory, Mark survived. Victor survived. The body disappeared. And somebody removed every trace of what happened. Then Damian suddenly spoke. "What if that's why the killer is targeting everyone now?"

"Liam, you can't be here. You shouldn't miss me. We aren't a thing or soo..., what you are doing is called stalking. I'm going to call 911." " You wish!" " What?!! Are you alright? Have you hit your head? Noo, no, have you lost your mind?" " You feel it, don't you? The connection,..., the feeling...., the scent. I know you love it, you miss it.., you want it. "

But one thing remained, they were my kids, and I would fuckin' kill for them. I have done it before, and I would do it all over again. Found the stalker that was harassing Gia and chopped his dick before forcing it down his throat... His mates who encouraged the whole thing lived up to tell the tale! “What?” She drawled defensively raising her hands to her sides.

One of the men said swigging a knife in his hands, Keith clenched his jaw, taking a couple more steps closer to them. "Why are you stalking me now?". He growled "It's just simple. We're here to kill you" He said bluntly Keith rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow, smirking at them "Wow, okay! that was easy, so why do you want to murder me?.. "Are you for real? I don't really care about you to be honest, just hand over the girl" "What makes you think that I have her?" Keith asked crossing his arms over his chest