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"Why? What do I have done? Tell me in detail, Blade." Blade struck the table in exasperation with her clench fist. "Don't act innocent, you pervert!" "Pervet? No. Didn't you want it? But your meat juices for me." "Shut up!" Blade threw him the table knife, which made a cut in Lorcan's face. Hearing him talk about it pissed her off. Although she really despises it, she could not deny that her wolf willingly accepted him. It makes her crazy as hell.

“Since I was very impressed today, you can hop in my car, Boris. I will drop you off at the palace.” “Finally!” Blade uttered and eagerly rode in Garett’s sports car. Blade’s duality was impressive. I had no idea how he could act this ignorant and this immature. Blade was the exact opposite of Boris and yet, he was portraying his role so brilliantly. Garett pressed his arousal against my thigh and whispered, “See you around, dog. As much as I want to take you with me, pets are not allowed inside the car, especially dogs.”

“You should have been on my side from day one.” Blade tilted his head. “Sides are for fools.” Blade grinned like a man who’d finally lost the last screw holding his sanity together. “I loved you, Scarlet,” he said, voice low, twisted, almost tender in the sickest way. “You should’ve just let everything go my way. Let me handle it. Let me own it. Let me own you.” Scarlet laughed. “Are you threatening me?” she asked, eyes cold. “You really think Zeta and Thane won’t drag your sorry ass down with them? Don’t be stupid, Blade. You’re disposable.”

Something was happening. Zahur’s man saw my distraction and struck. His blade whipped across my arm like a line of fire, but he didn’t bring his guard up in time, so I jabbed my knife directly into his gut. He slumped, and I slit his throat to make certain he was dead.

Blade laughs, pulling the bottle from my lips. I clench my teeth against the burn, making a strange noise at the base of my throat, and I lean too far back. Gasping, I teeter, almost tipping the plank of wood. I grip the rope in my right hand and Blade swears, wrapping an arm around my waist, spilling vodka down his pants. Somehow, he manages to stabilize us. And I straighten myself, feeling like an idiot.

They would kill him. But if he was going to die, he wouldn't die alone. Zora had to come with him. His hand slowly moved toward the small blade hidden at the back of his trousers. One final gambit. In one desperate motion, he lunged toward Zora, the hidden blade flashing in the dim light. But he was no match for them. The moment Zeta's feet left the ground, three figures moved as one. There was no planning, no coordination—just pure, instinctive fury at seeing him attack the one person who had almost forgiven him.

Matteo yelled and his men pulled their trigger on Blaze and his two other men. "Matteo!" Onyx called. "Focus onyx!!" Blaze snapped dodging the some of the bullet. The three kept on dodging not until Matteo was being shot in his arm. "Argh!" Blaze groaned using his other hand to aim the pistol at Matteo men. Onyx and Scar were also shot but they refused to give up. "You should have just obeyed Blaze, you started this yourself!" Matteo smirked. Garry moved forward wanting to take the briefcase filled with drugs from them when a sudden sharp knife from nowhere cut his hand into two immediately and he screamed.

I think it was a large canoe, with enough room for both of us to sit opposite each other. We went out into the lake, far away that we could just see the other camp counsellors, but not that close to see detail or hear them. Toby’s shorts hugged his sweaty bulge. His crotch was right in front of me. It was intoxicating to look at. “Hey Buddy,” he said, “I’ve got something to ask you. Since you’re gay, you know, would you wanna help out a friend?” “What’re you asking Toby?” My heart was thudding.

I had a ceramic blade and a decade of repressed, agonizing fury. I lunged out of the alcove, driven by pure survival instinct. I didn't aim for his armored heart; I went for the vulnerable gap at the back of his knee. The razor-sharp ceramic blade slid through the tactical fabric like it was thin silk, severing the tendon. The man buckled with a choked gasp, his scream cut short as Luciano turned with predatory speed and finished him with a single point-blank shot.

I quickly avoid her eyes, focusing upon the road. ‘You know she will realise when we arrive that they don’t know who she is. Or that she was coming, right? Even if you quickly let them know as we pull in, there will be signs she will pick up upon. I know she is a little ditzy, but she is not stupid, Zaine.’ Blade said coldly. And using my full name showed me he was far from impressed with me. He was so on edge of late. Much like me with the arranged marriage situation. I did not like my wolf this way. It was not the wolf I had grown accustomed to. Yet he seemed unsure about accepting Presley’s offer too. Some times he was willing to accept it was a potential saviour for us, other times he wa