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The powerful lunge created a large crack on the wall where Starvos could see Betty crying from the pain. His eyes looked down savagely at the girl, "Do you think I am such a kind person?" Betty who couldn't breath scratched his fingers, digging her fingernails to his skin while trying to figure out what he was saying. She was horrified upon seeing Starvos's face that briefly turned into a ferocious wolf. "You said it yourself that I have killed children and even those innocent people. Do you truly think," his tone fell lower and his fingers pushed her body deeper to the wall, causing a crisp sound of bones breaking and shattering. "That I won't kill your?"

Flashback “I don’t think they even exist! Your mother is wasting her time praying to the saints to save you, Viktoria!” Belinda crossed her eyes as she said my name. I’d grown so used to her insults that they didn’t even bother me anymore. She didn’t believe in anything. She didn’t want to be anything. She had no ambition of any kind, and I knew that she would one day end up unwanted and alone. There was no way she would pass the dhampir examinations with her ridiculous ideas about our faith and no vampire male would ever want to procreate with a woman like her!

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

*** THEON XEDRIC LEE Undefined shapes of sure perspiration formulated on my temple as I ran over on a charred, red-blooded forest in an unknown place, carrying nothing but a gasp of impotent rage. I was chased by unknown creatures, definitely horrendous and fear-inducing entities which might bring agony on my life, I surmised. Running was the only option. Moving away from them was a sure path of undisputed salvation. I was running, barefoot.

First Matthew, then Devon my supposed boyfriend, Cassidy my so-called best friend, Garret my real father, and then Lucy my beautiful mother. You'll be surprised what I have in store for all of you. I looked at my hands and on my left hand are the scars of my demise, slowly I see it open up again, the jagged edges of my skin is fresh, my flesh showing as blood ooze out of my wound. It flowed to my arms and dripped on my white nightgown and onto the floor. But I feel no pain. I feel powerful and nobody can stop me.

I murmured, forcing myself to speak. His brow arched, and his voice came out low, and husky. “Why are you sorry?” I hesitated. “You didn’t say anything. So I thought maybe I said something wrong. You probably—” “Chloe.” My name stopped me cold. “Y-Yes?” His eyes locked on mine through the screen. His voice softened, yet darkened at the same time. “Have you ever seen a starving man?” I blinked. “What?” “A man who’s gone too long without food,” he said slowly. “Who’s had to sit at a table and watch others feast, while he goes hungry. Even when what he craves is right in front of him, and close enough to touch, he still can’t have it.”

“He’s too powerful. He’ll tear your body apart if he uses anything too strong.” Sarai’s eyes filled with tears. “And if he doesn’t? They’ll tear me apart instead.” Malik’s jaw clenched. The Starved Ones dragged closer—six now, their bodies contorting, their hunger turning the air ice-cold. One whispered: —The Child… The Child… The Child… Something in Sarai snapped. She placed both hands over her stomach. “Okay,” she whispered aloud, voice shaking. “Do it.” Malik reached for her. “Sarai, NO—”

Maverick slowly followed Zero’s gaze. Grace laid there. In pool of her own blood. Naked and lifeless. Losing the control and obeying to his inner chaos, Mavwrick felt ground slipping beneath his feet. He had never been in love, it was always business and nothing more. He had done fair share of his deeds and sins in this lifetimes. He wasn’t a saint but he cared deeply for that.

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I gasped in shock as I looked at his sunken gray-tinged features and lifeless sorrowful eyes. “He is starving,” Stormy asserted as I glanced at Ian and asked what we should do.