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I ask her with a raised brow She only shrugs as she opens it and takes a sip straight out of the bottle before passing it to me “You do realize we will likely die tonight? Once the army sees that we’ve betrayed them, they’ll want our heads on a silver platter, and I will not miss the opportunity to drink to our victory. The wolves and demons won’t let Silas or his men get away alive,” she says I think for a moment before shrugging and taking a sip “Well, I can’t argue that. We’ll be lucky if they kill us instead of bringing us to the dungeons” I say before taking another sip and passing it back

We held each other’s gaze, the unspoken threat hovering violently in the space between us. He cleared his throat and capped the decanter. "But I value my continued existence, so I'll keep my mouth shut." A slow, vicious smile curved my lips. He raised his glass. "To the utter incompetence of our enemies." I stepped forward, clinking my glass against his. The crystal chimed clearly in the quiet room. "And to our absolute superiority." We drank. Silence settled over the penthouse again, but this time, it felt heavy. Suffocating.

And the friend who we now call the enemy. Slone. A new warlock.

he smirks arrogantly, leaning closer. “You never answered.” He looks at me with those cold eyes. “Different.” “Different? Do you drink enough blood to compare?” I laugh. “No, but I bathed in my enemies, it’s an acquired taste.” “So do I taste your enemies?” he leans forward, his lips almost brushing mine. “That I haven’t decided. Do you want to be my enemy?” he purrs and my face heats at his words and leans back, a knowing smirk on his face. Like he knew exactly how he affected me.

He held my hairs and made me bent in front of him and said " DIDN'T YOU HEAR WHAT LORD IS TELLING YOU, I AM TELLING YOU TO DRINK IT. " I shake my head and yelled back " YOU ARE NOT MY LORD, MY LORD IS GOD AND YOU DON'T BELONG WITH GOD. " He laugh and said" Yeah baby , because we are enemies. We can't be together at the same time. You had chose me over your lord and now you belong to me. NOW DRINK IT AS I AM SAYING. " I look at the bowl and back in his eyes ,his eye was white and his half face was burned. I was scared to hell and my mouth dropped open and he put the bowl over my lips and I drank it.

I know that without being told. Clean clothes sit folded at the foot of the bed and there is a cup of water on the table beside me that is still cool when I touch it. Someone left it recently. I drink it slowly and set the cup down and sit with the quiet for a moment and think about the fact that someone took care of me while I was unconscious and I do not know yet what to make of that. *You are my mate.* I have been turning those words over since he said them. I keep waiting to feel something and there is nothing. No pull. No recognition. Just fear and the awareness that I am inside an enemy pack with nowhere to go.

It's strangely comforting how a ruthless, bloodthirsty killer like him can make me feel like this. Almost, I can see the demons scampering back into their hell hole. "Let's go for a drink." I follow my husband as he takes me back home. Home. Why am I calling Alessio's penthouse, the nasty dangerous prison, a home? He brings a few bottles of wine and sets them down in front of me. Two glasses join the row of bottles. Alessio sits opposite me. He motions to the wine. Snatching one bottle up, I pop the cap and down the liquid in a few gulps, taking delight in the burning sensation as it slides down my throat.

“Not when they put you in the crosshairs of a psychopath.” Her hand brushed over my jaw, fingers tracing lightly. “Then make sure I come back.” A muscle ticked in my jaw. “I will.” She pressed a kiss to my lips, lingering just long enough to leave me on edge, then pulled back. “Then let’s do this.” Club Royale – Enemy Territory The second Sienna stepped into the club, I felt the shift. Dante Romano was seated in a private booth, his arm draped lazily over the back of the leather seat. His dark gaze flicked to Sienna the moment she entered, a slow, predatory smirk curving his lips.