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In her heart, she sarcastically speculated that perhaps Manuel, unable to control his excitement, was once again toying with her emotions. Latent resentment boils over in Florida, her complicated feelings for Manuel overshadowed by the hatred that has taken away any remaining love since their painful breakup. He abandoned her seven years ago and now he wants her back. Florida is determined to get revenge, determined to make him experience the bitterness she has endured.

His hand moves to my chest instead, tracing the scars there with reverent fingers, and we sit like that in the back of the car as it pulls smoothly into traffic. "What's next?" Carlton asks quietly, and I can hear the question underneath the question— where does this go from here? What does forever look like when forever is built on blood and obsession and the kind of love that burns too bright to be anything but destructive? "I find Target Seven," I tell him honestly, and I watch as understanding settles over his features. The work continues. The revenge continues. The cycle of violence continues even as I'm holding the one thing that makes me human, the one thing that ties me to something

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

"Usually I'm teaching them to survive kidnappings or active shooters. This is my first revenge training, it should be fun." ‎ ‎"Revenge training." ‎ ‎"That's what we're calling it, right? Training you to survive long enough to destroy the woman who tried to kill you?" Jade smiles. It's sharp. "Damian filled me in. I read your file. I read Aurora's file. I read all eight files. That bitch needs to burn." ‎ ‎I liked her immediately. ‎

Her thumb was hovering over the trigger. "Let her go, Arthur!" Seven’s voice was high and thin. "I’ll blow the manifold! I’ll drown us all in this serum!" Arthur didn't even turn around. "You’ve always been a mediocre asset, Seven. You think a thermal charge can damage the Root? This room is shielded against nuclear force. But please, press the button. I’d love to see if you have the courage to die for a woman who was never your friend." Seven’s hands trembled. She looked at Maya, then at the pulsating walls. Her thumb slipped.

Probably watching over her, protecting her, drowning in his own obsession. “Seven hundred and thirty-two years…” I murmured to the glass. “Seven hundred and thirty-two years waiting for this.” Revenge was a dish best served cold. And I was about to prepare a feast.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

“Revenge.” ‎

Would she start to regret having to pretend to be her boyfriend? She had been absolutely right the previous afternoon, when she'd thought that confidence wouldn't last long. Less than a day into the revenge and she was already bursting with anxiety and tension. - Not really together... - Missy reinforced, talking to her sister to try to distract her mind from those troubling ideas - It's really just to annoy... You know who. - Melissa Edith Sutton is taking revenge on someone... – Megan repeated to herself slowly – Hell must be frozen over at this hour.