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I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

"Something about violation of a restraining order and cyberstalking?" As the officers flanked Damien, he looked at Luna one last time. "This isn't over, I'll be back" he said, but his voice lacked its earlier venom. He sounded, for the first time, like what he really was—a small, pathetic man whose carefully constructed web of control was falling apart. "Yes," Luna said softly. "It is. and you won't be back" She watched them lead him away, feeling something she hadn't experienced in years: the absence of fear. The weight she'd carried for so long—the constant looking over her shoulder, the certainty that he would find her—finally lifted from her chest.

It stripped him of humanity, left only the idea of a man, a presence made of command and appetite. Cassandra’s hand brushed mine before she released me. “This is the Stranger. He doesn’t speak. But he will show you.” I turned to her sharply, panic clawing up my throat. “Show me what?” Her gaze softened, though her voice remained firm. “What you asked for. What you confessed.” Heat flooded my cheeks, shame and desire twining until I could hardly breathe. The Stranger extended a gloved hand. Waiting. Silent. I stared at it, every nerve screaming at once. To take it meant stepping off the edge. To refuse meant retreating back into the hollow safety of who I’d been.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

“I like to find out if there are any serial killers in the areas I visit.” “Okay, neither of us was alive at that time, and I thought you didn't like to travel.” He poked holes in his stories. “A. He could still be alive and killing as I texted. B. This is the first time I am doing this and I hit the jackpot. I mean Clown face? He is a legend.” His eyes glazed over. “That’s so worrying that you're touting this kid killer as a legend. You know that you're a total stranger to me, right?”

Hermosa POV The expensive perfume of the stranger filled the air—it was strong, commanding. He was definitely an Alpha. Maybe he mistook me for one of the whores. Moon Goddess, I wasn’t even one. I needed to find help for Cammy before she died—if she wasn’t already dead. What have I gotten myself into? I breathed heavily. “Did you come here to mope?!” the stranger’s voice thundered, snapping me out of my thoughts. “No!” I replied quickly, startled by his harsh tone.

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

The stranger's form was as vulnerable as a wounded animal, his breathing labored, his presence a testament to the blurred lines of compassion and conflict. Kenru's eyes narrowed as he examined the scene, his gaze shifting between the stranger's injuries and my guilt-ridden expression. The silence stretched on, broken only by the stranger's uneven breaths. It was a standoff of emotions and unspoken truths, a clash of loyalties and moral compasses. "Who is he?" Kenru's voice was like ice, cutting through the charged atmosphere. My voice quivered as I answered, "I don't know his name. He's from the enemy camp."

-he asks in an almost inaudible whisper between his teeth. I take a step back. I’m standing two meters from the stranger. My palms are sweating and I have a lump in my throat. What the hell could this man possibly want with me? The girls sense my fear and come to surround me protectively. Signaling, I let them know that it is dangerous and I try to keep them behind me. —It’s Me. I am Kira Samaras.- I face the stranger and he raises an eyebrow. -It’s nothing personal. That bastard took the woman I love away from me and I consider it fair to make him suffer exactly the same.- His accent is pronounced, I suspect he could be Italian.