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"It’s the only place I can remember feeling truly safe, when I was little." "It’s a good place to be," he agreed. "Much better than bars and late nights—you never know who you’ll run into in places like that." Yna went quiet, her mind drifting back to that terrible night—the night she’d met the stranger, the night everything changed. "Can I ask you something?" Alas said gently. "I hope you won’t be upset." "Of course. Anything." He guided her to a bench so she could rest her feet. He’d wanted to ask more about the pregnancy, but seeing how fragile she still was, he held back.

One night, the stranger finally made his move. The club was closing, the last of the patrons filtering out, when the lights flickered again. This time, they didn’t come back on. “Zara,” Ryker called, his voice sharp. “I’m here,” I said, stepping into the main room. The stranger stood in the center of the club, his silver eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. “Zara,” he said, his voice smooth and chilling. “Do you know who you are?” My breath caught. “What do you want?”

"No, I…I don't want to leave." His eyes widened. He placed his hands around my shoulders, his grasp tight, desperate. "GO BACK. NOW!" And then he pushed me. I screamed as I staggered back, tumbling and tumbling and tumbling through space, through time, through existence…. — I slammed down hard. My eyes snapped open, struggling for air, my lungs burning. Then I heard fair coices. "She’s alive…" "Quick, she is alive! Quickly come—!" They faded away and darkness closed in on me once more. My lids dropped low. My body was too drained, too battered. This time, when the darkness came, I did not catch sight of my family again.

"Amy, you leaving on your own, or do I have to make you?" I stared at her, stunned. Before I could speak, a dark figure emerged behind her like a shadow come to life. Eden moved fast, slipping past the first strike like it was nothing. I wasn't so lucky. The sting of my mate's betrayal made my legs go weak. I couldn't move. A crushing blow sent me slamming into a tree trunk. The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth before I coughed it up. But Eden wasn't done. She sent the beast after me again.

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

He moved closer, though I wasn't afraid. 'What does he want now?' I muttered inwardly, knowing fully well that my job was not to help a stranger. If Clara ever finds out, then I would be doomed. He stood in front of me, his blue eyes fixed on mine. He leaned slowly and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't move.

She didn’t stop walking. At the mailboxes, she heard the elevator door open behind her and instinct made her glance back. He was tall. Broad shoulders. Hands in the pockets of a black hoodie. His head was tilted slightly, watching her. Not with a smile or a greeting, just steady observation. His eyes were a strange gray, not pale, but flat, like slate under shadow. His face was sharp, handsome in a way that felt accidental, like someone had carved his features in a hurry and left no softness behind.

he groaned as my walls clenched on his digits, but he kept the fast pace. His deep raspy voice heightened the feeling and I trembled as the waves of heat and light washed over me. His voice lingered in my mind. I couldn’t think straight but I was sure this was not because of the alcohol. I was captivated by him, craving only him. The stranger watched me as he removed his fingers and I arched my back from the sensation. He looked at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to complete, yet wanted me broken at the same time.

Do it, and there's 7500 bucks in it for you. The chat logs laid out his whole scheme: how he plotted my downfall, how he paid trolls to drag my name through the mud. The proof was undeniable. Flashes from the cameras below lit up the room like lightning. Jennifer, who had come for a show, sat in the audience, her face ghostly white. Her eyes were glued to the screen. She watched as the man she had adored and trusted for four years showed his monstrous true colors. "No... It can't be..."