I rack my brain, my thoughts churning like a storm-tossed sea, trying to figure out what to do about this. The Tyson I know might not be who he is now, but why does it feel like all of this is some cruel trick? My chest tightens with the weight of it, a suffocating pressure that makes it hard to breathe. It’s not just because I’ve known him the longest—though that thought nags at me like a splinter in my mind. No, it’s something deeper. A conviction that Tyson would never betray Quincy.The room around me feels cold and lifeless. The faint hum of the refrigerator buzzes in the background, the air tinged with the aroma of food. The gray light from the overcast sky filters through the window, casting everything in muted tones, as if the world itself mirrors the heaviness in my heart.I’ve always admired their relationship. The kind of bond they share seemed impossible to me, a skeptic who scoffs at the idea of true love. But with them… I don’t know. Something about Tyson and Quincy made
“Now,” I say, standing abruptly, “we need to do something about you.”Her brows knit together in confusion, but I don’t wait for her response. I head to her closet, the scent of lavender sachets mingling with the faint mustiness of unworn clothes. Quincy isn’t into fashion, and her wardrobe reflects it—practical, plain, uninspired. But hidden among the dull fabrics, I find a single piece that stands out. It’s seductive, strappy, and green—a shade I know Tyson loves.“Put this on,” I say, tossing it at her. She catches it, staring at it like it’s a foreign object.“Why?” she asks, her voice hesitant.“Trust me,” I reply, rolling my eyes when she doesn’t move. “Just put it on.”She struggles with the straps, and I sigh, stepping in to help her. As I fasten the last one, I can’t help but marvel at how stunning she looks. The dress clings to her curves in all the right ways, the green fabric making her skin glow. Her hair falls messily over her shoulders, but I take a curling iron and som
I go downstairs for a glass of water, the sound of my bare feet on the wooden steps echoing in the stillness of the house. The faint hum of the refrigerator greets me in the kitchen, along with the earthy smell of freshly brewed tea that someone must have made earlier.Tyson stands by the counter, a glass of cold water in his hand. He doesn’t notice me at first, and for a moment, I just watch him. His presence is grounding, though it does nothing to lighten the ache in my chest.“Hey,” I murmur softly, my voice barely audible.He glances up, offering a faint smile. The warmth in it should comfort me, but instead, it only deepens the emptiness I can’t seem to escape.The kitchen feels colder than it should, the faint hum of the refrigerator filling the silence as Tyson looks at me from beneath his dark lashes. His innocent smile, paired with the casual way he sips his water, does little to ease the storm inside me. I smirk, masking the ache in my chest. “Somebody’s been busy with ‘acti
Kassian’s POVLying on my bed, I stare at my phone, my hand braced under my head as my thumb swipes down to refresh the chat for the hundredth time. The screen remains stubbornly unchanged, her last read message glaring back at me like a taunt.It’s been two days since I sent it: “I miss you.” The moment I hit send, I realized what I was doing and tried to delete it, but Fenrir surged forward, wresting control of my body with a growl. ‘Let her see it,’ he had snapped, his voice brimming with frustration. A week without her had pushed him—and me—to the edge of sanity.If I’m honest, I didn’t want to stop him.It would be so easy to let her in. To tell her the truth and stop pretending to be someone I’m not. But I’ve seen what happens when you care too much, when you let someone get too close. They leave, or worse—they’re taken.Fenrir scoffs, his voice cold. ‘You’re scared.’‘I’m smart,’ I counter. Letting Lynette in would only give her the power to destroy me. And when—not if—she does
The café smells of freshly brewed espresso, warm pastries, the faint, earthy hint of wood, and the scent and emotions of the people in the café. The bell above the door jingles as I push it open, and a gust of cool air follows me in, ruffling the edges of my jacket. Wooden tables, their surfaces worn smooth by years of use, reflect the muted golden light of hanging lamps. Outside, the faint patter of rain against the windows adds a softness to the hum of conversations and the occasional clang of cups. But none of it registers fully because she’s here.I see her before she sees me. Lynette sits at a small table by the window, her ocean-green eyes catching the afternoon sunlight, making them shimmer like glass over shallow waves. Her frosty blonde hair cascades over her shoulders in effortless waves, the pale strands glowing like spun silk. She looks up as I enter, and her cherry blossom pink lips curve into a smile so radiant it pierces straight through my chest.She’s not wearing make
The moment Kassian steps out of his car, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from laughing. He stares at the amusement park with the kind of horrified disbelief I’ve only seen on people watching horror movies. His amethyst eyes narrow, his lips twist into a grim line, and his broad shoulders stiffen beneath his dark shirt. It’s like he’s bracing himself for an ambush.Victory hums in my chest, and I allow myself a quick, satisfied smile. But it’s more than that—it’s relief. I can’t believe I actually pulled this off. He came. He’s here. The man who usually keeps everyone at arm’s length—especially me—agreed to follow me of his own free will. Granted, it probably wasn’t without a great deal of internal grumbling, but still.I clasp my hands behind my back as I stroll up to him, forcing myself to stay composed. Inside, I’m a whirlwind. For days, I told myself I’d give him one last chance. If he didn’t show up at the café this morning, I’d let him go, admit defeat, and move on.
The game begins, and I’m in my element, zipping around the rink, slamming into other cars with gleeful abandon. Kassian looks downright uncomfortable in the tiny car, his knees practically brushing the dashboard. He doesn’t complain, but the way he adjusts his grip on the wheel, his movements precise and measured, makes it clear he’s just tolerating this for my sake.I take full advantage, ramming into him at every opportunity. “Are you even trying?” I call out, laughing as his car jerks sideways.“This is ridiculous,” he mutters, though I swear I see the corner of his mouth twitch.After a few rounds of wrecking havoc, I finally call it quits, my sides aching from laughing so hard. Kassian climbs out of his car with his usual composure, but there’s something lighter about the way he moves now—like maybe, just maybe, he’s starting to relax.I catch his eye and grin. “You’re terrible at this, by the way.”“I think I did fine,” he replies, but there’s no edge in his voice.“Sure, let’s
By the time we reach the Ferris wheel, the sun is dipping low, casting the park in a golden glow. I grab Kassian’s hand without thinking and pull him toward the line.“Last ride,” I promise, glancing up at him.He gives me a long look, his eyes softening slightly. “Fine.”The Ferris wheel creaks as it starts its slow ascent, rocking gently as we leave the noise of the park behind. The air grows cooler the higher we climb, carrying the faint scents of popcorn, cotton candy, and the metallic tang of machinery. I sit back in the cramped little cart, sneaking a glance at Kassian.He’s silent, his sharp profile etched against the fiery hues of the setting sun. His amethyst eyes are locked on the horizon, but his shoulders have relaxed just a fraction, the usual tension in his jaw almost imperceptibly gone. It’s subtle, but it’s enough to make me wonder if he’s finally letting himself feel the moment. Though I can tell he’s still trying to figure out why he agreed to this ride—or maybe why
“Please, don’t be afraid of me,” Zalie sobs, her voice raw with desperation. “I’d never hurt you, Lynette. Please…” she reaches for me again, but before her fingers can so much as graze my skin, Ivanna yanks her back.“Don’t, Zalie,” she says firmly. “You’ll scare her more than she already is.”Scare me? More? The room is still spinning, my chest tightening with something I can’t name. The sharp scent of blood lingers in the air, iron-thick, curling in my throat. The horror of everything I’ve seen—the bodies, the monsters, the things I cannot unsee—sits like a lead weight in my stomach. And yet, even through the panic clawing at me, a strange numbness has settled in, wrapping itself around my mind like a fog, dulling the sharp edges of reality.“She’s actually taking this better than Lyla did,” Ivanna continues, her voice attempting to sound light but failing. “She’s not screaming the roof down or collapsing—”“That’s because I never collapse.” The words tumble out before I can think.
Vampires are real. Vampires are real. Vampires are fucking real.The words hammer inside my skull, looping over and over, but they do nothing to ground me. Time distorts, stretching impossibly thin, every second dragging as if the universe itself is holding its breath.The bloodthirsty monster lunges, his face twisting into something even more grotesque midair. His already inhuman features warp—cheeks hollowing further, his mouth widening far too much, revealing rows of jagged, gleaming fangs dripping with saliva. His eyes gleam with manic hunger, locking onto me like a predator savoring the moment before the kill.My breath catches. A sharp, involuntary inhale.Every instinct in me screams to move, but I can’t. My body feels disconnected, as if my mind is still trying to catch up with the sheer impossibility of what I’m seeing.If I were the type to faint, this would be the moment. The fear—the shock—is suffocating, pressing down on me so hard my limbs feel like dead weight. But I do
A voice drifts through the haze of my sleep, a whisper slicing through the thick fog of unconsciousness.“Lynette.”The sound is distant at first, barely more than a breath against the silence, but then hands grasp my shoulders—too rough, too frantic. A sharp jolt rocks my body as the grip tightens, fingers pressing into my skin with a desperation that yanks me from the comfort of slumber.I groan, swatting at the unseen hands, trying to burrow back into the warmth of my blankets. But the shaking doesn’t stop. It’s insistent. Urgent.“Lynette, wake up, please. We’re in danger.”The words drift around me, sluggish and weightless, refusing to fully register. I mumble something incoherent and roll onto my side, chasing the remnants of sleep, the lingering warmth of dreams.A pause. A breath. Then, a different voice—sharper, more impatient, cutting through the haze like a knife. “Oh, let me do it!”Silence hangs for a moment, thick and heavy, before— “Lynette, you’re drooling. And Kassian
I stare at Zalie, but my mind is miles away. She moves with fluid precision, her arms slicing through the air like ribbons, but I barely register it. The soft hum of the music, the rhythmic thud of her feet against the wooden floor—it all feels distant, muffled, like I’m underwater. The air smells faintly of honey and amber, mixing with the sharp tang of sweat, yet even that barely sink in.Something is wrong with my head.A cold prickle creeps up my spine, a dull ache blooming at the base of my skull. I’ve never been someone who forgets easily—I remember things with unsettling clarity, possibly even from infancy. But sometimes, especially when strange things happen, my mind turns foggy, as if something is deliberately blocking me from realizing the truth.It’s never mattered much before. Honestly, I never cared. I never gave a damn about anything, not even enough to sneak into Rowan’s secret room, despite knowing every single password he uses.But this—this is different.I’ve never l
Ice erupts from the ground like a living beast, devouring the room in jagged, ruthless hunger. Spikes explode in every direction, sharp as spears, glistening with lethal intent. The walls freeze over in an instant, a thick layer of frost crawling up like veins of an ancient beast awakening. The very air stiffens, every breath clouding white.Oliver, Brian, and Lucian barely manage to avoid the deathly onslaught, their movements sharp, instinctive. One warrior isn’t as lucky—a jagged spike rips through his arm, another through a leg, blood staining the pristine ice in crimson streaks.A thick, glass-like sheen coats my vision. My skin burns—not with heat, but with a frostbite so intense it feels like my veins are solidifying into shards of ice. Every fiber of my being pulses with raw, bleeding cold, the kind that doesn’t just freeze flesh—it kills.And at the center of the carnage, the rogue hangs impaled against the ceiling, thick ice spears bursting through his torso, pinning him lik
A wet, sickening squelch fills the hallway as my boots crush flesh and shattered bone, the blood-soaked remains of the rogues sticking to the soles like a grotesque second skin. The stench is unbearable—a mix of burning meat, rot, and something fouler, something wrong. The air itself feels heavy, thick with the metallic tang of spilled blood and the lingering heat of battle.I move forward, my steps measured, my heartbeat steady, but inside, my mind is anything but calm.Tracking the children had been easy once Lynette sent me the location of Rowan’s old tracking data. It led me to a hidden underground chamber I hadn’t even known existed—despite living in that house for three years. That alone was unsettling, but what really ate at me was the certainty that Lynette had never been in there either. She isn’t the curious type, never the kind to dig for secrets. If she had gone in, she would have seen things she couldn’t unsee—truths about Rowan that would have sent her running for the hi
Kassian’s POVI pace up and down my office, my claws scraping against each other as I bite into them—a nervous habit I can’t seem to shake. The room feels smaller than usual, the walls pressing in, the faint scent of leather and recycled air doing nothing to settle my nerves. The air is thick with tension, stagnant with the weight of everything I’ve screwed up.Lynette is passed out on my couch, her breathing steady but shallow. My heart clenches at the sight of her, fragile and unaware. This isn’t how she was supposed to find out—not like this. I was planning to tell her slowly, ease her into it. But now? Now I’m as good as rejected.I run a hand through my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as I force myself to keep moving. The tiled floor squeaks beneath the pressure of my steps. Oliver and Brian sit nearby, their eyes tracking my movements like wary hunters watching a wounded animal. They say nothing, but their silence is heavy, suffocating.This is partly their fault.First, I
My heart pounds against my ribs as the car rolls into the parking lot of Kassian’s company, a nervous flutter twisting in my stomach.I haven’t seen him in five days. Not since the news broke out. It’s not that he’s avoiding me—he’s just buried under work. Every time we talked on the phone, his voice was laced with exhaustion, tension leaking into even the smallest words. I wanted to do something, anything, to show my gratitude for his support. And since Kassian always makes me feel cared for, I thought it was time to return the favor.Which is why I spent the last five days attempting to cook something edible.With Elliott and Tyson’s reluctant help, I dedicated every free moment to taming my disaster-prone kitchen skills. But I underestimated just how incompatible I am with cooking. What was supposed to be a simple dish turned into something that looked more like a monster summoning circle than an actual meal. I don’t know how it always happens—but viola! It does.Still, I couldn’t
The air shifts instantly. The arm wrapped around my waist tightens, his grip no longer gentle. His entire body stiffens, muscles coiling beneath me. A faint tremor ripples through him, his entire presence turning rigid.The silence is suffocating.“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of it all.A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating against me, raw and primal. The sound is nothing like the Kassian I know—it’s something deeper, something untamed. I flinch, but I still don’t dare lift my head. I don’t want to see the fury I know is in his eyes.His voice is sharp, shattering the tension like splintering glass. “Is this the first time?”I nod, my throat tight, trying to hold back the sob building inside me. The air around us grows heavier, thick with something unseen but powerful. The sheer force of his anger radiates off him in waves, an intensity I recognize all too well. It’s the same kind of presence I felt in the temple, the same suffocating pr