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She says with a smug tone. I don’t even hesitate, I extend my claws and claw at the right side of her face. I felt nothing but pure ecstasy when I felt her skin split open between my claws. Her screams ripple out, “NOW YOU HAVE 5 SECONDS TO TELL ME WHAR YOU GAVE HIM, OR I WILL FIGURE IT OUT ON MYY OWN AS WE BURN YOUR BODY!” “ It was Trazodone, he should be waking up soon. Now get me the best plastic surgeon that we have in this pack!.”

"Someone's looking for trouble." "I'm always looking for trouble," I replied, winking at her as I poured two generous shots. "You just don't know it." We drank and laughed and gossiped, the easy rhythm of our sisterly camaraderie a stark contrast to the dark, twisted game I was playing in my head. As the night wore on, and the tequila did its work, Clara started to get sleepy. "I'm so sorry," she said, her words slurring slightly as she stifled a yawn. "I'm such a lightweight. I think I'm going to have to call it a night."

AELIANA Therapy is great, certainly better than the old days when the healers would tie people up and flog them until they came to their senses or completely lost their senses. I expected Kingston to chicken out or simply not participate in therapy, but he was great, he did better than my dad, at least his logic made some sort of sense. The sex therapist might have worked wonders by asking me to flash him because he hasn’t stopped staring at me since.

shattered by a single day of passion. But in the quiet moments, I couldn't stop replaying it. The way Mr. Alfred's mouth had claimed my breasts, sucking hard on my nipples until I moaned. How he'd flipped me over, spreading my ass cheeks and sliding his tongue along my slit before plunging his cock inside me again, fucking me until I came hard, my pussy clenching around him. It was wrong, taboo, but god, it had felt so right. Finally, the call came. I sat in my tiny apartment, phone shaking in my hand. “Ms. Kamilla? Your results are negative. You're clear.”

package for myself-a package that came with two therapists and a very different set of instructions. I was lying facedown on the padded table, naked under a thin linen sheet. The door clicked shut, and I heard the heavy footfalls of two men. These weren't the soft-spoken, lithe instructors I usually dealt with. "Mrs. Thorne," a deep, gravelly voice whispered near my ear. "I'm Malik. This is Kai. We understand you're looking for a... more intensive treatment today."

The sentence was crude and stark. She stirred her latte, unfazed. "A lot of couples do. After." "It wasn't...it wasn't the act itself," I rushed to clarify. "It was the after. I got... paranoid. Jealous. I turned him into a monster in my head. We said terrible things.” The confession tumbled out in a graceless heap. "We're starting therapy next week." She nodded slowly. "That's good. Therapy is useful. It's where you learn the difference between a bandage and a cure." "You seem very wise about this," I said.

I thought, reaching for my phone on the bedside table For some reason, j expected to see a text from Dan. But I saw nothing. My fingers moved befote I could stop them, swiping through our messages as I searched for the last video he sent me. His voice immediately blasted from my speakers, a low groan as I watched him stroke himself till he came. And I stared at my screen, watching the video over and over. What the fuck am I doing? Snapping out of it, I tossed my phone away. Not that I was expecting anything.

But inside my office, tranquility was the absolute last thing on anyone's mind. Kane and I were deep in the middle of a chaotic, intensely heated encounter, sharing a university student who had lingered behind after consultation hours under the pretense of discussing her thesis methodology. The pretext had dissolved the second the heavy oak door clicked shut, though in our haste and mutual arrogance, we had completely neglected to throw the deadbolt.

But I knew there was no way Asher and I could actually do anything right now, it was barely six in the evening, and Caleb was wide awake downstairs. Hannah:When will you come? Asher:Patience, Han. The longer you wait, the worse I'm gonna fuck you tonight. I bit my lip, staring down at the screen. How much longer was I supposed to wait for him? Trying to distract myself from the throbbing ache between my legs, I decided to open I*******m. I scrolled through my feed, replied to a few unread DMs, and then got lost watching reel after reel. Before I even realized how much time had passed, the room had gone completely dark around me.

What was I supposed to tell them, that the dead were walking again? The receiver felt heavy in my hand. The number I dialed was burned into my memory. “Welcome to the Wellness Alliance,” came the smooth, practiced greeting. Their tone was gentle, corporate, the kind meant to soothe anxious patients and reporters alike. On paper, the Alliance was a mental health and rehabilitation clinic. But I knew the truth. Behind that smiling logo was the Seraphic Shadowmenders Guild, a network of healers, fighters, and scientists who dealt with what the world was not supposed to see.