I Reject You, Mate
Following a heartbreak from my betrothed and the man I have loved all of my life, I leave my home and family behind, seeking solace in the Realm of the Humans.
Having no qualifications to live in a world bound by stupid rules has me jumping at an absurdly good offer to be the personal assistant to a top class business man.
And my first assignment is delivering his forgotten wedding rings to the event.
I found my mate. My boss, standing at the altar, exchanging vows with a puny human woman I could break in half if I wanted to.
I flee, fingers clutching the damned ring boxes.
He leaves his fiancée at the altar, chasing after me, but it makes no difference to me. I have had my fair share of rejections and I can't take anymore of it.
So, I reject him, before he can do the same to me.
But rather than cower in pain, he cracks a grin that makes my stony heart stumble, and leans forward, several feet taller than me. "And you're fired."
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Chapter: 79. EpilogueNAOMIIt is indeed amusing, more so than I thought it would be.Dane would laugh his head off if he saw me right now, carrying a backpack, strutting down a hallway filled with women who stare at me with wide eyes and men who whistle unabashedly. I know, I look good in leather.I halt by a huge door, peering up at a sentinel who has the sternest stare. “Hello, love. Would you mind opening up for me? I have an appointment with your…principal?”His gaze rakes me from head to toe and rises back again. “Chancellor Vesper,” he mouths slowly, like he’s talking to a kid, and I can’t help the faint smile that blooms across my lips at the notion. The male turns around, and I whistle at how nice his ass looks in uniform. Stepping foot into this land has brought me across the finest specimens I’ve ever seen. There is no end to them. None at all. I step out of my allotted room in castle—hot guards. I walk the streets of Lycanthia—extremely hot villagers. I walk into school—stunning, beautiful and
Last Updated: 2023-12-03
Chapter: 78. It's Not Mine, I Swear It’s not mine, I swear.“I’m sorry,” my husband apologizes for the umpteenth time, dropping a kiss to the curve of my mouth. It’d almost been a mishap. Almost. Had Ethan not swooped in with rings that I’m pretty sure were new; rings I didn’t choose. As if he somehow knew Sinclair was going to lose them, like he did during his wedding with Eliana. I currently have a fucking plan B on my ring finger and the more I look at the more I want to smack him.I purse my lips, refusing to speak to him. I’m not particularly mad, but how does a man forget his own damned wedding rings? Okay, maybe I’m a little irked, and plenty disappointed.Grasping his cool hands tightly, I let him spin me across the floors in an elaborate sweep than earns cheers and I blush, smiling at a clapping Ray. “I’ll murder you later,” I tell Sinclair and Dane chokes on his wine somewhere in the gathering.“I look forward to what method you’ll chose. Your hands are much too small to strangle me. You love me too much to p
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Chapter: 77. WeddingThree Months Later…GinevraMy fingers are sweaty around Rune’s arm, and my steps are slow, a complete contrast to my racing heartbeat. I cannot, for the life of me, contain my excitement and anxiety. My breaths are shallow, and I can’t get enough air in my lungs.Rune’s larger hand lands on mine, and I glance up, looking through the veil. His green eyes smile as he pats down gently. “Think of tonight. It’ll help.”Tonight. Butterflies scatter in my stomach. It’s not like it’s going to be my first night with Sinclair, but it is my wedding night after all. The first night I’ll spend as Mrs. Winchester. My toes curl in my heels at the thought of it, and maybe, just maybe I start walking a little faster to get it over with.I grin widely as Ethan, dressed in a black tuxedo, gives the huge door a large push and it parts wide enough to reveal the floral petal pathway. Rune takes the first step up, and I follow, blowing a playful kiss at Ethan, whose lips tilt up into a small smile.As I st
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Chapter: 76. Forty Human YearsFenrir Leaning against the wall, he overlooked the gardens where his mate knelt, tending to the flowers with her bare hands. Her light hair brushed over her cheek and she pushed it back, smearing mud on her porcelain skin. Her eyes were the brightest he’d seen them in days, and he wished he could take her with him.It was for her, after all, that he was doing this for. He would right the only wrong he had done in his life. He would return to the past, and ensure he never even met with the boy’s mother.But Fenrir knew there were consequences and sacrifices to be made if he was going to toy with time. Nothing as drastic as losing his life, but he truly did wonder if the world might have been a better place without him. An awful thought. If he didn’t exist, Hekate wouldn’t have been reborn into Rune’s body and the problem with the Void would never have been resolved. Zephyr would have been mated to some lord who didn’t understand her meek, yet wild nature and desires. The world was
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Chapter: 75. GinevraGinevraSinclair bounces the Viper into the driveway later in the afternoon. He kills the engine and I wipe a stray tear from my cheek before he can notice.I reach for the doorknob, but he’s already walking around the car to get it for me. I try to get out on my own, but my feet won’t hold me up. I’m exhausted. Recovering, but still very tired. The physician said the poison was completely gone and a few days of rest would be enough to get me back on my feet. He had insisted that I still stay, but I couldn’t stand being at the castle anymore.“Let me,” Sinclair says softly, hands sliding under my knees as he lifts me up. His face has a nasty grimace when he glances up. “I’m afraid we have guests.”I follow his gaze to the familiar cars parked around the yard and I smile a little. “They must’ve missed you.”“We very well know they’re just busybodies,” he mutters, carrying me inside. “I’ll get the urn when—”“Leave it there,” I whisper, closing my eyes to push another onslaught of tears
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Chapter: 74. Son To FatherSinclairHe walks around his desk, red robe flowing behind him, and he walks past without looking at me. At the last second, he says, "Walk with me, Norman."Norman. The impulse to rip his skin off his bones pounds through me, but I know it'll get me nowhere. I push off the door, trailing behind him slowly as he walks, hand folded behind his back.The silence stretches on for some time before he stops before a huge black door, pressing his palm against it. The door shudders and slides open, revealing a vast orchard. I hesitate at the threshold, but the king continues on, robe dragging across the grass. "If I planned on killing you, you'd be dead already, boy.""You call me boy one more time, I'll kill you," I promise, following behind him.The door shuts with a loud boom and he turns to me. "Give it a try. You know you want to."His eyes taunt me. Try, if you dare, they seem to say. I don't do well with threats or challenges. I lunge for him, my fist connecting with his jaw. The secon
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My Neighbour's Wife
Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor.
It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it became an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict.
He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide.
He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits.
But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned.
There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him.
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Her husband was a monster, but he'd saved her from her past and a life of torture. She loved him like every captive grew to love their captor.
Everything went to hell, however, when she fought back and ran from home, stumbling into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare.
He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now hellbent on killing her.
Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She really should have remembered that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her all the way to Italy. If she had, maybe she wouldn't have started an affair with him.
He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
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Chapter: Chapter 55: Susanna's pov Zefiro tsks. “Shame. A year, then.”El Diablo pushes his cash forward as well, hopping on the bargain, and the look Jaxon levels him is one that promises death. But he isn’t the only. Jaxon has left every man salivating with need after me and they’ll bargain for their pound of flesh, fight for it even.“One night,” he growls. “That’s my only offer.”Some men nod, delighted enough that they get a taste of my flesh for just one night. Surprisingly, Alexei concedes, his attention returning to his cellphone, like he’d only chirped in to force Jaxon’s hand.Zefiro, however, isn’t through. “I’ll win, but I’ll let you keep this if you give her to me for a month.”His eyes flick to the cash laid out in the briefcase I hadn’t noticed beside him until now. It’s the largest briefcase I’ve laid eyes on, and I’ve never seen so much money in my life. Millions of euros, I’m sure. Maybe even tens of it. Could be more.Why bother, I think. Why bother spending so much for some public pussy, just for a
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Chapter: Chapter 54: Susanna's pov“You’re a long way from home, Visconti,” Jaxon says, his voice smooth but unmistakably hostile. His fingers flex on my thighs, parting them wider as he grips hard, a deliberate move because of the man at the table’s head whose gaze washes over me like honey on skin. “Most find the climate in Moscow harsh and the streets hostile. In truth, I had hoped you might get mugged to death in the streets, but it’s not too late, I assume.”I don’t flinch or look, but I hear the smile in Zefiro’s voice as he responds, “Your message was well received, though, I can’t say the same for your mercenary.” An amused glance to the left--I have no idea when my gaze drifted to his beautiful face--and Mr. Visconti’s man...another face that brings me memories and a little bit of relief, brings forward a bloodied man, beaten beyond recognition and limping on both broken legs. His ripped up suit marks him as one of ours, and his eyes turn pleading once they land on Jaxon and me. The demon at the table’s head
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Chapter: Chapter 53: Susanna's povThere were no more beatings, the crack of the belts and whips on my skin necessary only during coitus. There were options. Safe words. I never uttered them. Jaxon didn’t want me to, anyway.I never fought him, never spoke back. There was no need to. He’d given me everything I no longer deserved. I was reduced to the status of inhuman, degraded to something lower than an animal, but he still lost himself between my legs, told me that he loved me.I believed him.Sometimes, when I sleep, my mind conjures images of a different time. Of a different man. A darkness to Jaxon’s blonde, and eyes that were not nearly of this world. But when I wake up, those memories slip through my fingers.I let them, because they are worth nothing.He didn’t come for me. Jaxon did. Jaxon broke me, but he’d saved me. So, I made myself forget him, his name, his smell, his touch. It was the only way I could love my husband again, and truly appreciate him.Still, I couldn’t part with the ring. Couldn’t chunk it
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Chapter: Chapter 52: Valentina's povOn some days, the burden of the guilt is too heavy to lift. On those days, the pipe is never too far, filling my lungs and head with oblivion. He would discover it soon, my sin. And he would punish me for it. I often wondered if it would be a shot to the head, like he’d killed Mario for touching her, or if it would be slow and painful, like the deaths of the men he already has rotting in his basement for abducting her in the first place.Of course, I had to kill them when he left. I couldn’t risk them giving him my name, not when I knew Zefiro Visconti was the devil that never forgave. I might be his wife, but there were lines we Italians didn’t toe with each other.Lovers and wives were targets during the power wars, but everyone knew touching a single hair on the women’s heads wasn’t just a crime. It was a sin. There would be no forgiveness. Blood would call for blood, and the only way Zefiro wouldn’t have me chopped in pieces for what I have done is if I killed him.When I was yo
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Chapter: Chapter 51: Susanna's povI kick my feet forward and wicked hands grab my calves, pushing them back until my ankles are secured as well, my legs spread so far apart, my thighs cramp.Testing the restraints and finding them unmovable only has wild panic flaring in my blood.The beatings, I could take. Being kicked around, used and abused...I would back fight until I was knocked out or thoroughly overpowered. But being restrained like this, unable to lash out and protect myself for however long it takes to shield my mind from the depravities about to be unleashed on me...it would be the end of me. The end of my will and strength. It might truly break me.“Please.” It is more a desperate snarl than a plea as the guards exit the room. “Please!”A velvety smooth chuckle runs along my spine, snapping my attention from the door to the lone figure approaching me. White suit. Smooth lines. Clean. Empty blue eyes. Fear closes around me like a fist, whole, dominating, absolute. My bladder loosens slightly as the light k
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Chapter: Chapter 50: Susanna's povTwo months later...The water in the tin can is drugged. I reach for it and drink every last drop of it. It hits the ground with a loud clank and I slump against the cold metal wall.Mice squeak as they scurry past my bare feet, biting, nibbling. I barely feel it as a numbing cold spreads through my fingers and toes, fatigue drenching into my very bones.I welcome it, chasing after the usual fog that comes over my mind after consuming the sedatives. But it never comes swiftly, and I can hear the usual shuffling of feet coming down the dark path leading to my cell.My eyelids droop slowly and I drift for mere seconds before a feminine voice, sharp and wicked, cuts through the haze temporarily. “Nothing still?”“No,” the new guard who’s been positioned outside my cell responds. It might have been days or weeks since the last one was replaced. At some point when I was thrown in here, I kept tabs on how long the shifts lasted. I don’t know why I had bothered hoping. For escape. For him t
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Chapter: EpilogueAz rubbed his eyes tiredly. It’d been days since he last had a peaceful night’s rest. Lord of Grimstone. He often found himself laughing at the title. He wasn’t lord of anything—at least not yet. His people didn’t seem to think so with their constant rebellion of him and stealing from him, no matter that he tried his best to ensure even the darkest parts of Grimstone got ridded of their poverty.They didn’t warm up to him. They called him a freak. It was pathetic and he should have known Jessamine was lying the moment she started batting those long lashes of hers and speaking to him sweetly.He left Dawn after the wedding and he’d been at Grimstone for a total of seven months now. And in that time she’d come to see him thrice, with her twin boys, Wren and Alder. They both had their mother's eyes, but that was where the resemblance ended. The rest was all Kier. From their red hair down to their angry growls whenever Az didn't give them what they wanted.Of course, Jessamine had come to
Last Updated: 2024-03-20
Chapter: 124. WINJessamine If you’ve ever been away from home for too long, you’d understand the feeling of your stomach plummeting at the most familiar scents, the urge to breathe in deeply, feel everything, reacquaint yourself with every single detail—details that suddenly seem more vivid and…and intense. That is all I can call this—coming home. Somehow, between punching Kier and telling him I hate him and I’ll return to my father’s castle and find me a man who isn’t quite as infuriating as he is, he’d kissed me. Concussion be damned, Kier’s lips heal me in more ways than any physician could. I walk Kier back into the throne room, pushing off the remains of his shirt. His fingers tangle in my hair as his lips on mine reminds me of the first time…the first time I saw him. His eyes looked like a tear from an ocean of peridots. His hair was shorter, not long enough to run my fingers through, but I was fascinated by the rich hue of it. He rarely smiled then, but when he did, it was bright as starlight
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Chapter: 123. Fight IIMy fingers shake and I hide them behind my back as I round the corner. Slowly, I approach, the large oak door standing ominously in the distance. I wipe the sweat from my wrist against my light skirts and grip tightly as my chest thumps. Once. Twice. The closer I draw, the heavier the dagger under my skirt weighs. The maids behind me chatter, but I barely hear the words they say. I try to hide it behind a show of boredom but the fear creeps up my spine and it is all I can do to keep going. It takes an eternity, but I reach the door eventually. “He’s not in,” the guard tells me when I start to open the door. There usually aren’t any, but after this morning, I understand why he has his chambers guarded. My fingers still by the door. Not in? This is when we have dinner. Every night. I didn’t factor his possible absence into my plans. Gods above. “Where is he?”“Throne room. The reports from the prisoners came back. He’s off attending to it and said to tell you to wait for him.”Oh no.
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Chapter: 122. Fight IJessamine“I didn’t do it,” Killian growls for the umpteenth time. His gaze darts to me. “She did. This is her attempt at trying to get rid of me. Tell me what motive I would have to set the freak free. I’d gain nothing from it. I wasn’t even in the castle!”His argument would seem solid enough to Atticus if he wasn’t also accusing me of framing him. Darrock got out last night. Kier didn’t. When I heard the news, I bawled for hours in the bathroom, keeping the water running to drown out the sound. Why didn’t he leave? Because he’s mad at me? He claimed that I destroyed him last night. His eyes were hurt and broken. Why didn’t he just fucking leave?Atticus’s head tilts left. “Where were you last night?”Killian hesitates, his jaw grinding. I ponder on his reluctance to tell Atticus where he’d run off to. The bonfire. His gaze cuts to Raya and his fists clench. “The queen informed me of Raya’s plans to leave. I had to go bring her back.”Raya gives me a look that is equal parts be
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Chapter: 121. Begin PlottingJessamineHe’s drunk. I should have known serving him glass after glass would lead here. My hands trapped in his, held above my head, and his body a cage above mine. His long lashes flutter as he breathes in deeply. “Say it again.”The lie comes as easy as breathing. “I’m yours.”His canines gleam as he gives me a smile no one else has seen. “Youknowwhat intriguesme themostaboutyou?” His words tumble out together and it takes only a second to pull them apart as he leans in, his hot breath tickling my nose. “That I can’t tell your lies apart from your truths.”“Now, that is a terrible lie,” I whisper, reaching up to brush my lips against his chin. He shudders, a strangled noise building in his throat. “You like that you never know what I’m thinking. You love the danger I present. It excites you. It is why you keep me close, despite knowing I have a dagger strapped to my thigh, especially made to kill you. You romanticize with death, and death I will be, for you.”His response is a hea
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Chapter: 120. Kier's PovJessamineKier might have been in chains and covered in dirt and blood, but there will never be any man as beautiful as him. He hasn’t noticed me yet, his teeth bared at the guards fighting to put him on his knees. The humans gasp, the smell of their fear filling the room when his bound arms ram into the side of a guard’s head, knocking him out.That earns him a growl from Killian who doesn’t hesitate to draw his sword and ram it into the back of Kier’s head. My mate stumbles, his blood spilling down his torn brown shirt, and he falls on one knee. I start to stand from Atticus’s lap, a growl traveling up my throat, when Atticus breathes against my neck, “Does his discomfort trouble you? You forget that he abandoned you, left you to rot here while he chose them again over you.”Kier would never, but I don’t say that. My mind is whirling in so many directions. How could he surrender? How could he let them…take him? How…my eyes widen when Lloyd walks in next and bows low, to the hip as h
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Chapter: 21. Hospital II My heels click impatiently on the marble as I fume silently, waiting at Scotty’s Café with a barely touched cup of black coffee. It’s not my usual style, but it’s busy enough to quench my fear of getting jumped. Under the table, my fingers dig into my thigh, shaping crescents into my skin. Agitation and frustration are my only companions as I recall the conversation I had with the doctor and a hateful Isabel before I left the hospital. “It would do him good if you stayed, Ms. Montogomery. It’d speed up his recovery,” Dr. Ian says, his fingers running along the stethoscope hanging off his neck. Retrograde Amnesia, that’s what the doctor thinks Alexander has, caused by the trauma of the accident. Even he doesn’t believe that as he says it to me. A more feasible explanation would be that somebody ‘wiped’ Alexander’s memory, up to the point where we were newlyweds—if such sorcery existed. Unfortunately, it does, and that knowledge makes me cold to my bones.
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Chapter: 20. Hospital“Where were you between eleven pm last night and six am this morning, Ms. Montogomery?” the detective asks, tapping his chin with his pen. My fingers tap into the glass table, anxiety tightening my chest. Je vas bien. “Home.” Because the truth would be much harder to say. “If there’s nothing else, I would very much like to return to my meeting, Detective.” Skeptical blue eyes meet mine. “You were observed on surveillance leaving at fifteen minutes past three in a red Aston Martin, with an unidentifiable man.” He folds his arms and leans back in my chair like he has no where else to be. “I'd urge you to be forthcoming, miss, as lying will only complicate matters. Now, can you provide information on the identity of the man, his contact details, or his place of residence.” Well, shoot. I smile diplomatically. “I could’ve gone on a joyride with my boyfriend for all you know. There’s no proof I did any such thing. Plus, you must not be very
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Chapter: 19. The Hot Drive HomeScarlett We’re near the house when Riordan speaks again. “Friday.”“What?”He kills the engine by the gates and turns to me. “There are five days left in this month. I’ll have the last three. Clear your schedule.”I stare at him, baffled. “You can’t just spring things like that on me. I have important meetings on—”“You agreed to our bargain—”“Right,” I snap. “Your wards couldn’t even stop Lorcan. How the hell am I sure it’ll keep other things out? You’ve done nothing on your end and you can’t hold me up to mine.”His jaw ticks and I have barely enough time to respond when he palms my waist and lifts me out of my seat effortlessy. He places me in his lap and keeps me there with unbelievably strong hands, forcing me to straddle him. “I presume that means I don’t have to keep to my own end of the agreement when it comes to not touching you.”“Rior—”He clasps his fingers on the nape of my neck harshly and tugs me forward. His lips meet mine with a crash and he angles my head so thorou
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Chapter: 18. Cillian's PovCillianNo woman walks into our dungeon and leaves without getting fucked. Imagine my surprise, wrapped around the hottest, tightest cunt I’ve had in a while and my brother flies across the room, shattering the full-proof glass walls, and my—our mate walks away angrily, her ass tight in that leather dress. Absolutely not.It takes half a thought to shove my dick back in my pants and block the door before she can leave. Her blue eyes are stormy with anger, hate and desire as she meets my gaze. “Move.”Ah. That fucking accent. It messes with me, goes all the way to my groin.“You can’t leave,” I tell her truthfully, even if I’m not a very honest man. “It’s against the rules. You step in here and you give something in turn before you leave. So, which of us is it going to be?”Her eyes burn, bleeding from blue to black and it is all the warning I get before she grips my collar and smashes my back into the wall. My spine shudders and I blink, not from the pain cramping my muscles, but out
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Chapter: 17. Clubbing Scarlett“Really?” I yell over the blasting music, gripping Lorcan’s fingers tightly as he leads me through the throng. It’s a club, but it is way more than that. I’d been surprised enough at its location—a shady street downtown and a building that looked abandoned and decrepit from the outside. Only…the inside is…well…I swallow for the third time in the past minute.Eyes follow me as I walk through. Humans, lycans, wolves and if I’m not mistaken, I sight a couple of wings behind the tall pillars. The iridescent lights make it hard to tell the eye colors in here but I’m pretty sure there are vampires too.They’re feeding and fucking and dancing. Much like everyone else in this depraved place. “Why on earth would you bring me here?” I whisper, even if I’m sure they can all hear me, judging by the glances I get. "You might as well announce to the entirety of Avallen that I'm back in Ohio!"“You’re safe within these walls. None of them will touch you. They know better th
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Chapter: 16. Lorcan's Visit Scarlett It’s a nightmare. One I’ve had nearly every night for several months since I first shifted and it always ends the same way. With death. Not mine. His. I don’t mean to kill him, but somehow, every time, I end up tearing out his throat with my teeth that grow too large to contain my mouth.And his iridescent eyes lose life, his golden hair drenched in his blood. I don’t know who he is, but his lips remind me of Riordan’s. His nose is Lorcan’s. His hair is Tiarnan’s. And the strong set to his brutally chiseled jaw is Cillian’s.I wake up panting, and in that same moment, the skin on my neck tingles with familiar heat and I instinctively reach under my pillow for a weapon as I jerk up from where I’m tangled up with the sheets.“Have you always been this unsettled?” a voice drawls ahead of me and my head snaps to the windowsill where a figure is perched comfortably. I’ve never been more grateful that I sleep with the lights on, because I’d ha
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