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“I didn’t come to talk to you about that.” “Then what?” She asked. “I’m sorry for going ghost on you and Theo for the past few days. I’ve been wrapped up in work.” “Work?” She laughed. “You don’t have to lie to me. Your mother told me everything. You don't want anything to do with Theo or me anymore.” “That’s not true. I didn’t say that.” “You did. You regret ever reaching out to me.” “I don’t regret that. That’s a lie. I don’t regret meeting my son.”

"I'll banish Ivy." I raised an eyebrow. "And how does that concern me?" "I know you despise her," Caleb said quickly. "So I'll send her away. So far away she'll never darken your door again." "And then?" He took a step closer, his gaze intense. "Elena, come back to me. I know I was an idiot. I shouldn't have rejected you, but now… now I can have you." His cologne was cloying, overwhelming. I covered my mouth, a wave of nausea washing over me.

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"I'll always be here, Ymir. I'm part of you now." Her hand pressed against my chest, over my heart. "Trust yourself." And then she was gone. I stood there, alone in the chamber, holding the empty book. The golden light faded, leaving me in darkness. But I wasn't afraid. Because I could feel her. Warm and steady, like the mark on my shoulder. Like a heartbeat I'd always known. I was ready. I closed the book, held it against my chest, and walked out of the vault. --- Xavier was waiting by the door.

The one he claimed was dead. ****AUTHOR'S NOTE***** DEAR READERS, AS WE ARE COMING TO THE END OF THIS BOOK, I WANT TO SINCERELY THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, PATIENCE, AND SUPPORT THROUGHOUT THESE MONTHS. YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT HAS MEANT THE WORLD TO ME. SO IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, PLEASE CONSIDER LEAVING A REVIEW OR DROPPING MORE GEMS TO SHOW MORE SUPPORT—IT TRULY HELPS. WE HAVE FEW MORE CHAPTERS TO GO. AND I AM REALLY ROOTING FOR A HAPPY ENDING FOR ALL OF OUR FAVOURITE CHARACTERS.

Images from the past, reminiscences from when they first met, flashbacks from the times they had spent together, and lastly images from yesterday when he raped her. Shivers ran down her spine as she remembered last night. She could still feel his lips leaving hungry kisses down her body, still feel his hands groping her breasts and touching her thighs, touching her down there, she could still hear his lustful growls. Emma closed her eyes and cried. She could still feel his touch on her body. 'You're easy to read.' More tears rolled down her cheek as she recalled his words. He had always read her exceptionally well then what happened last night?

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.