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I'll make it up to you when I get back. I stared at the messages on the screen, then tapped into a livestream pushed to my feed. In the livestream, Cameron was accompanying Lucy as she picked out a dress for a charity gala. His eyes followed her every move. I didn't reply. Instead, I quietly deleted every trace of him from my contacts. One final buzz came through. It was a confirmation text. [Your ID cancellation was successful.] Suddenly, chaos broke into the livestream. Cameron's assistant, Brendan Cole, burst into the frame, gasping for breath, his face pale as ash. He held a document tightly in his hands as he ran up to Cameron.

Anaba The first sip of vodka burns my mouth — not nearly as much as the guilt I wish it would sear away. I swirl the amber liquid in a chipped glass and watch the ice collide and melt. It’s been months since I set foot in Rusty Halo. The name sticks in my throat, the irony obvious: angels fall here. Only they don’t plummet; they tip over slowly, one bottle at a time, clutching regrets instead of halos.

Chapter Twelve Elena’s POV The lights dimmed. The bass from the DJ’s booth pounded harder, like a heartbeat echoing through the underground club. Spider’s voice cut through the haze of smoke and perfume. “Tonight,” he shouted into the mic, his grin wide and sharp, “a new angel graces our stage. Fresh, pure, untouched. Give it up for… Angel!” My blood froze. Spider’s hand shoved me lightly between the shoulder blades, pushing me toward the golden cage. “That’s you, mouse,” he whispered near my ear, his breath hot and dangerous. “Angel. That’s your name now. With that golden hair and those doe eyes, you look like one.”

All around us were photos of Angel naked or in various states of undressed. It was clear that the bitch had a hidden camera in Angel’s room and in her bathroom. There were even ones of her masturbating while looking at pictures of the twins. This was so fucking invasive. There was a corkboard that had various pieces of information on it. How to block a Hellhound bond. How to block everyone from being able to track her. There were ingredients and directions on how to create the concoction that would have to be injected. Then a photo that showed a specific type of cuff that would be magically bounded to her that would be a permanent block.

The sound of a helicopter grows louder as Jude drags me by the arms. "Shoot him again," Angelica commands. "He's healing. And then knock him out with this," she pulls a vial from her purse. "It'll slow his regeneration." A hot pain burns through my abdomen just before a sticky sweet substance trickles down my throat. "Good night, Magnus." Angelica smiles. "Sweet dreams."

I suddenly felt a gentle squeeze in my hand as Keir whispered in his magnetic voice, “I am sorry. I didn’t know about your mom or I wouldn’t have asked about it.” Smiling at him, I only managed to mumble feebly, “It is alright.” Suddenly, noticing some green sparkling powder, I asked curiously, “What is that? It looks beautiful.” “That is Addicto, a rare and poisonous drug. Don’t even look at that,” Keir warned instantly, pulling me closer. He added irritatedly, “Damn! That stall is overcrowded. I don’t understand why everyone is paying to buy death.” While giggling, I pointed at another stall, “What about visiting that stall? It is called ‘Angel’s den’. Do you wanna meet some angels?”

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

Heaving, I lit one up and inhaled a huge blow. I hit my head against the headrest, and arched my face up and felt the smoke burn my nasal cavity as I exhaled the voluminous smoke through my nose. Then, I adjusted my seat belt and took off. My mind was arguing that I should go home and just smoke in the company of my furniture, and that I shouldn't. But rather find somewhere else to go. Angel left for Buffalo. I knew she’d be visiting her aunt, who would tell her everything. And honestly, I didn't care. It didn't matter anymore! She needed a break from me, I was toxic for her peace of mind.

She looked pale, and it was obvious she was sick, and also super angry… he could count the number of things that had her in that mood. He left her in the hotel room as if she was a prostitute that he had paid for, and he had intentionally snubbed her in front of Isabella, So Mendel wouldn't have any idea that he knew his daughter, and it also pained him to leave her alone at the hotel. Sebastian was being chased by drug traffickers, and he didn't want to jeopardize Isabella's safety, so he distracted the traffickers away from the hotel and took care of them.

she whimpered in front of him. His signature smirk returned to his lips. "I am not worried about that. I am only pissed that you don't believe me when I say you can't leave. The moment I buried my cock into you, you had lost every hope of leaving... I told you, you will become addicted to me... I am your drug, Hazel. You can't leave." Hazel felt the air in the room shift. She pulled up the robe on the floor and wrapped it around herself. Fear clutched her trembling heart and she hurriedly walked out of the room.