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When the man didn't answer, Krystoff continued, "The answer is, no one would think that. Which leads me to another conclusion. Either Vasiliy wanted me for some other unknown reason, or he was working under another's orders. Someone who doesn't have the resources to take me into custody." Krystoff leaned against the table, giving the sweating man a level look. "You have one chance to tell me who the Phantom is. Give me a name and you will walk out of this club." The guy swallowed, a bead of sweat trailing down his hairline. "There is no name. He goes by the name Phantom, but we've never - "

Daemonikai’s insides turned cold, like a dash of ice water had been forced down his throat. Dread filled his gut. "It's me, V.D." "How dare you invade my space? I should rip your throat out." Vladya was looking at him but not seeing him. His eyes were wild with an intent to kill.

The faint hum of machinery fills the cavernous space, blending with the sterile scent of polished chrome. My eyes roam the collection—Rolls Royce Ghost, vintage Mercedes roadster, Ferrari 458 Italia, and the newest Lamborghini Aventador. Candy‑apple red, all‑wheel drive, gleaming like temptation. “Sweet ride, isn’t it? My favorite.” Startled, I spin to find Edison watching me. His stare is too intent, predatory. Phantom would break his jaw if he saw it. “Phantom wants me to drive you to his big surprise. Vahlia’s throwing one of her fits, and he’s the only one who can shut her down. Let’s go.”

Vlad stood up and looked at Danté, then at Victor and Mishka, the only two who seemed on edge about him being out of that grave. "Who brought me back?" He asked. "I did" Danté said. "You don't seem to fear me..." Vlad said looking around "I gather that wolf is still alive?" "And she's Queen" "Blasphemy" "Is it? Human..." Danté mocked him. "Human!?" He yelled feeling is neck "How!?"

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

As soon as they saw June, they stopped talking. “June, this is Vladimir, who will help us,” said Wilona. "Nice to meet you, June Hanson," said the tall, skinny man next to Wilona. Vladimir was very pale skinned with blond hair which was also pale. Even though he was handsome, it was easy to guess that he was a vampire. From his clothes, Vladimir looked different from the vampires that Drake was chasing, he looked neat and classy. Like European royalty. "Nice to meet you too," June said, holding out her hand to shake Vladimir's. The man smiled politely.

Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon. "Who?" He frowned. "Vampire Diaries. Ring a bell?" He shook his head. "Never mind then." I sighed. "My name is Damon Cullen," he stated. I gave him a long look. This was suspicious. "Do you have someone named Edward Cullen in your family?" I questioned. "No, and I don't know why you're stating all of these names. Besides, I don't have a family." I got disappointed at his answer since I was kinda wishing he would've said yes. His whole existence is just a huge coincidence.

After Jane left, Valles, brimming with curiosity, leaned in and asked, "Donovan, was that really the Martial Arts Alliance's vice leader? I've never heard of him before." The old man stroked his beard, sighing in admiration. "That was none other than Shadow Phantom, Henry. He and our leader built the Martial Arts Alliance from the ground up." Valles's eyes widened in shock. "What? That was Shadow Phantom? But isn't he supposed to be dead? He's been missing for years!" Donovan scoffed, clearly annoyed. "Ridiculous rumors! The vice leader is highly skilled. How could he possibly be dead?" Valles grew even more intrigued.

So much familiarity that, for once, I thought it was real. Oh, how I wish this was my reality. With such care, with such skill. Damon’s tongue thrusts deeper into my mouth, having me wanting and moaning his name for more. The last bit of my worry falls away. The perturbation that was plaguing me faded into blackness. This is my phantom. Despite my protests to the contrary, he was my protector, saving me more than twice from death. The shadow that follows me even into my dreams.

He left my eyes and looks confusingly at Mother Cassandra who's standing beside him. " This is Felicity Centola, Damon's fiancee." I saw Vlad's shocked face like he can't believe what he heard from mother Cassandra. I noticed how the environment is filled with tension. But after a few seconds, he suddenly laughs to lighten the environment. He looks at me from head to heels before looking straight into my eyes with a gleam of delight. " Hello, dear! I am Vlad Vera, the owner of this not-so-big boutique, it's my pleasure to meet you." He said in a humble tone. He smiles widely at me and by observing him, I noticed that he seems undecided whether to hug me or just stare at me.