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Steve was strung up with thick silver chains around his neck directly over a large cauldron filled with boiling liquid silver. His shirt had been stripped off, but when I looked, there was no mark on his body. "Steve," I muttered softly and he slowly raised his head. "Viktor-" he sounded surprised to see me and he looked around. "Viktor, you have to leave, they are going to make you to-" "I don't care. I'm getting you out of here," I interrupted him and moved closer to him. "No, no, not so fast," I heard Papa's voice and I look sideways to see him come in through a door that was behind Steve with four Vampires accompanying him.

Vincent frowned and looked at Steve, shouting sternly, "as the remnant of the Blood Poison Sect, how can you possibly mobilize an army of monsters, let alone invite the ancestor's divine consciousness? Who instructed you to do this?! As a human being, you're being ordered around by monsters! You're not worthy of being human at all!" "I'm not worthy of being a human being? Can I be called a human being if I let you all slaughter me as you wish?" Steve grinned, and his voice was like a ghost who cried at night. It sounded so sinister that it went straight to the bottom of people's hearts. "I would rather be a monster's pawn than a pig that you can slaughter anytime! Let me show you what type o

came a gravelly voice from behind him. Caleb turned slowly, his stomach dropping as he recognized Steve's bulky frame emerging from the shadows between two buildings. Steve was built like a linebacker, with thick shoulders that strained against his worn leather jacket and hands that looked like they could crush bones without much effort. His dark hair was slicked back from his face, revealing small eyes that held no warmth. "Steve," Caleb said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the tremor he could hear creeping in. "What's up, man?"

The faint smell of rubber mats, metal, and sharp cologne. No one at the front desk. Just the low hum of the air conditioner. I’m still looking around when I hear boots—heavy, deliberate—coming from the hallway that leads to the offices. The next second, Steve appears. No gym shirt this time. Just black joggers slung low on his hips and nothing else. The tattoo sleeve on his left arm continues across his chest—one long thin line under his left pec, another across his lower ribs. He doesn’t smile. He just looks at me.

"This ends with your death." Steve took a step forward. "You don’t scare me anymore. I’ve faced worse than you. I’ve survived. Because I'm not alone." Another step. "Emma... she's in me. Part of me. And I’m part of her. We’re bonded. That bond is the reason I’m still breathing. The reason I’ll always get back up." The doppelganger roared and charged. Steve didn’t flinch. He lunged forward at the last second and caught the doppelganger by the throat, slamming him against the wall.

The man felt numbness all over his body and slowly his vision blackened out, replaced by the darkness that surrounded him and made him unable to breathe. Steve tried to scream, trying his best not to sink into the darkness that was trying to swallow him up, but no sound could be heard, nor could he do anything when he finally lost the very short battle. And when Steve opened his eyes again, his eyes were the same color as the eyes of the mysterious creature that had infiltrated this research center. The mysterious female creature was now standing beside the object of their research, tilting her head in curiosity and consideration. Meanwhile, Steve moved forward at a brisk pace and turned off

Steve stared in horror, he couldn't move any part of his body, it struck him so hard leaving him transfixed, As much as his head could calculate, the man In front of him is no other person than his father, the same man his mother had shown him to be his father, Steve fluttered his eyes and scrutinized the man ad he walked closer to them, he was smoking and grunting, his body had tattoos with muscles sprouting out, he was a real definition of a gangster,

I stuttered, realising I've not seen him before. He was so cute...and looked a bit like Albert. Where's that jerk anyway? The stranger smiled. "Oh, snake? That must be Slimy. She's not dangerous. That's Albert's pet. I wonder how it got tbere.." He said, peering inside the store room. I looked dumfounded. A snake for a pet!! I nodded reluctantly anyway still looking at him. " Who... are you?" I asked again. "I'm Steve. Guess you are the ne dmy fs. That brat...! A maid? So,I'm his maid after all!

I wouldn't fail her, no way. Taking a deep breath, I headed to the packhouse, praying Liam would listen, that he'd see through Lucy's bullshit. "Ava, wait," a soft voice whispered low. I turned to see Steve half-shifting from wolf to human, struggling to pull his shirt over his broad chest, his warm breaths misting in the cold air. "I'll be right back," I muttered, turning away, quickening my pace toward the packhouse, my thoughts racing.

"Spencer thinks he knows your limits. He thinks you're the girl who cries in the rain. I want him to see you standing in his family’s house, holding the power he can never touch." He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear—the same gesture as before, but this time, his fingers lingered against my skin for a second longer than necessary. The coldness was still there, but beneath it, there was a spark of something lethal. "Six o'clock tonight," Steve said, turning to leave. "The car will be waiting. Don't be late again, Everly. I have a very short fuse for people who waste my time." Later that evening, the SUV pulled up to the Sterling Estate—a sprawling, neo-classical nigh