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LOVIA’S POV: The night tasted like rust and gasoline.We moved through the industrial district like ghosts, two shadows stitched together by moonlight and bad intentions. Shane drove the matte-black SUV with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my thigh, thumb stroking the seam of my tactical pants like he needed the reminder that I was still breathing and still his. I wore black from throat to boots: fitted cargo pants, a cropped tactical vest that left my midriff bare because I liked the way the cold bit my skin and kept me sharp, and a holster strapped low on each thigh.

A mix of fear, anger, and relief. The truth hurt. But the lies had hurt worse. Deep down, I just wanted everything to go back to normal. AT FRANCESCA’S PENTHOUSE The penthouse lights were low, warm, and expensive. Francesca sat on the edge of the long white couch, legs crossed, lips painted deep red. She held a glass of wine like it was a weapon. She watched Mr. Blackwood with a smirk. Mr. Black stood near the window, back to her, hands in his pockets. His shoulders were tense.

"Listen carefully, I don't love you nor I want you. You are nothing to me. You will never interfere in my life and never enter my room or in my study. Get that in the thick head of yours. And of course stay away from me. I never wanted any of this. If it wasn't for my parents I wouldn't have married a girl like you." He spat those venomous words and left her there. She stayed there shocked to the core. She didn't expect him to love her either but still he could have shown her some respect. She knew he didn't want to marry her. He did it because his parents forced him to. That exact moment She realised she was nothing more than a Shaded Woman. It seemed like she would always be a mare shadow

There was one more turn and if Tori was not there, I would resort to using my ability even if it meant exploiting my limit. Another ability that Nyx gave me is the ability to see through the dark. What I mean is, even with my eyes closed, as long as I am conscious, the shadows will serve as my eyes. The shadows could explore the area around ten meters from me so I used it to examine the doctor's house without actually moving but the ability to see through the dark has cons, I felt extreme vertigo afterward so I never used it again. I am worried for Tori so I would willingly use my ability for his safety, vertigo is tolerable.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

It felt like it, like it had appeared out of nowhere. She was so focused on the pain that erupted across her face that she hadn't noticed the dark shadowy figure in front of her. The release of a viscous growl had her body tense, muscles every so still. She froze, her eyes only stared at the ground and the feet that occupied her vision. Large Dark boots, muddy and worn out occupied the ground. They seemed to face her, when she slowly began to lift her head upwards. Eyes wide, panic sinking in. The heat that ran through her cheeks made her inter-turmoil worse.

I'm going to remove the blindfold now, and don't you dare ever think you could outsmart me, won't allow this to happen. He removed the blindfold from my eyes, it was blurry at first and now it was Ok, the house was big and spacious, it was beautiful and dangling I can't the place to my, it was hard choosing the one that is cooler between him and Damon, but that not the point now I need to escape this hell loop if I don't want anything to happen, cause I can't live if this man ever touches me, the guilt am going to felt is not of this world.