As we crossed the threshold into the chasm, a bone-deep chill seeped into my body. The air was thick and oppressive, carrying whispers that I couldn’t quite decipher. Each step forward felt heavier, as if the darkness itself was trying to hold us back.Dominic kept my hand firmly in his, his warmth a stark contrast to the cold that surrounded us. Celeste walked ahead, her staff glowing faintly with a protective light that pushed back the encroaching shadows.“This place is alive,” she murmured, her voice tense. “The shadow’s essence is everywhere. Stay close, and whatever you do, don’t listen to the whispers.”I glanced at Dominic, who gave me a reassuring nod. His grip tightened, silently promising that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.The ground beneath us shifted, and the faint light from Celeste’s staff illuminated jagged rocks and veins of an eerie, pulsating red substance. The whispers grew louder, more insistent, like a thousand voices speaking at once. My head throbbed a
Dominic instinctively stepped in front of me, his sword raised. The doppelgänger let out a low chuckle, her red eyes gleaming with a mix of mockery and malice.“Oh, Dominic,” she said, her voice eerily identical to mine but laced with venom. “Always so protective. But tell me—how will you protect her from herself?”I stared at her, my heart pounding. “Who are you?”She tilted her head, her gaze piercing. “I’m you, Elise. Or rather, the part of you you’ve been so desperate to deny.”“That’s not possible,” I whispered, though the crackling energy in the air told me otherwise.“Possible?” she sneered. “You’re standing in a realm where time bends, shadows walk, and your power defies reality—and you question what’s possible?”Dominic’s grip on his sword tightened. “Whatever game this is, it ends now.”The doppelgänger’s smile widened. “You’re welcome to try, knight.” She lifted a hand, and the air around us thickened. Shadows coalesced into twisted forms, circling us like predators closing
The shadows closed in around me, suffocating and endless. My pulse thundered in my ears as the figure disappeared, leaving me in the void. My heart ached with the sudden absence of Dominic, the strength of his presence now replaced with a cold emptiness.“Dominic,” I whispered, my voice trembling.Just as panic threatened to consume me, the darkness gave way to a faint glow. It was dim at first, like a flicker of a candle, but it grew steadily brighter until I could make out my surroundings.I stood in a meadow bathed in soft, golden light. The air smelled of wildflowers, the breeze warm and comforting. And there, just a few steps away, stood Dominic.“Dominic!” I cried, rushing toward him.He turned at the sound of my voice, and relief washed over his face. Before I could reach him, he closed the distance between us, pulling me into his arms.“Elise,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. “You’re safe.”I clung to him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “I thought I
The chamber trembled as the scenes began to take on a life of their own, flickering like a projection on unstable film. Dominic gripped my hand tighter, his knuckles white."Don't let go," he murmured, his voice steady despite the chaos around us.The image of Dominic in old-world attire shifted, and I realized the figure beside him—beside the other me—was a man I didn’t recognize. He was tall, dark, and imposing, his presence radiating an ominous energy.“Who is he?” I asked, unable to tear my eyes away.Dominic’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know,” he said, though his tone betrayed uncertainty.The mocking man stepped closer, his smirk widening. “Ah, but he does,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “Don’t you, Dominic?”“I don’t play your games,” Dominic growled, his tone deadly.The figure chuckled, the sound echoing unnaturally. “Oh, but this isn’t a game. This is the truth you sought.”The scene shifted again, faster this time, flashes of moments I couldn’t place. A roaring fire.
The tremors grew stronger, the rumbling sound deepening into a deafening roar. Dominic’s hand found mine, his grip firm and steady, but his face betrayed the turmoil beneath his calm exterior.“Elise, stay close to me,” he commanded, his voice sharp, cutting through the chaos. “No matter what happens, don’t let go.”Before I could respond, the ground beneath us cracked, a jagged fissure snaking its way toward us with unnatural speed. A gust of cold wind erupted from the rupture, carrying with it an eerie, otherworldly chill that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.Out of the shadows, figures began to emerge—tall, cloaked beings with glowing eyes that seemed to pierce straight through me. They moved silently, their presence heavy and suffocating, as though the air itself recoiled from their existence.“Dominic...” My voice was barely above a whisper, my chest tight with fear.“I see them,” he replied, his tone grim. He stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body. “This is wh
The air hung thick with tension, the portal’s residual energy crackling like static around us. Dominic’s chest rose and fell in rapid breaths, his blade still glowing faintly as he scanned the shadows for any sign of further danger.“Who was that?” I whispered, my voice trembling.He turned to me, his jaw clenched, and hesitated before responding. “A harbinger. They’re messengers of the order, and their appearance means we’re out of time.”“Out of time for what?” I pressed, the weight of his words settling uncomfortably in my chest. “You need to stop keeping things from me, Dominic. I need to know what’s happening.”Dominic sheathed his blade with a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, his usual calm facade cracking. “There’s a prophecy,” he admitted reluctantly. “One that speaks of a being with the power to tear down the veil between worlds—or strengthen it forever. That being... is you.”The world seemed to tilt beneath my feet. “Me?” I echoed, my voice barely audible. “
The respite didn’t last long. The faint light of dawn began to filter through the canopy of trees, and with it came the weight of what lay ahead. Dominic and I stood side by side, our gazes fixed on the horizon where the enemy's stronghold awaited.He adjusted the bandage on his arm, wincing slightly. “We need to move before they regroup. If they track us here, we’ll lose our advantage.”I nodded, though my mind lingered on the fleeting tenderness we had just shared. It felt fragile, like something that might shatter under the weight of our mission. Still, the memory of his kiss was a flame I carried with me, warming the cold edges of my resolve.As we made our way through the dense forest, the silence between us was heavy but not uncomfortable. Dominic’s presence beside m
The air in the cave grew impossibly heavy, every breath I took scraping like sandpaper against my lungs. The voice, low and chilling, reverberated in my ears. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the stranger who had stepped from the shadows.It was Caleb.He was supposed to be dead.Dominic’s flashlight beam fixed on him, the light reflecting off his pale, angular features. His once-kind eyes now glinted with something cruel and unfathomable. He wasn’t just alive—he was thriving in the darkness, as though the years had forged him into something colder, harder.“Caleb?” I whispered, barely able to believe it. “How—?”His lips curved into a thin smile. “Surprised to see me, Elise? I’d imagine you would be, considering you left me for dead.”“That’s not true!” I shot back, my voice breaking with shock and confusion. “We thought you were gone. We searched for you—”“Save your lies,” Caleb interrupted, his tone dripping with disdain. “You moved on. Just like that. And now, here you are, wrap
The moment the door closed behind Dominic and Dante, silence filled the safe house. It wasn’t comforting silence; it was heavy, suffocating, and full of unspoken fears. I paced the small living room, trying to distract myself from the growing sense of dread clawing at my chest.The events of the last twenty-four hours replayed in my mind like a broken record. Dominic’s cold, calculating demeanor. Dante’s smug confidence. The chaos at the docks. The idea that Creed had already retaliated left a bitter taste in my mouth.I glanced at the duffel bag Dominic had left on the table earlier. Curiosity gnawed at me. Maybe there was something in there that could make me feel more prepared—more useful. I hesitated for a moment before unzipping it.Inside was an assortment of items: spare clothes, ammunition, a couple of burner phones, and a sleek black handgun. My hand hovered over the weapon, unsure whether I should even touch it.“You’re not going to learn by staring at it.”I jumped at the v
The next few hours were a blur of activity. Dominic, Dante, and I worked in sync, piecing together a plan that felt both daring and borderline suicidal. The docks were Creed’s stronghold, a sprawling maze of warehouses and shipping containers guarded by his most loyal enforcers. If we were going to take him down, we had to be precise.Dominic laid out a crude map on the desk, his finger tracing potential entry points and vulnerabilities. “Creed will have men posted here, here, and here,” he said, pointing to the main gates and key vantage points. “But the real action will be in Warehouse 12. That’s where they’ll load the shipment.”“And that’s where we’ll hit him?” I asked, leaning over the map.Dominic shook his head. “Not directly. We’ll divide their attention. Dante and I will draw their focus here”—he pointed to a side entrance near the east gate—“while you create a diversion near the south docks.”I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him correctly. “You want me to create a diversion? H
Dominic moved like a force of nature, his body a blur of precise, lethal motion. Creed barely had time to react before Dominic was on him, knocking the gun from his hand with a sharp twist of his wrist. The weapon skittered across the floor, disappearing into the shadows.Creed staggered backward, his smug composure finally breaking. “You think this changes anything?” he spat, his voice tinged with panic. “You can’t outrun me, Dominic! I own this city!”Dominic didn’t respond. He grabbed Creed by the collar, slamming him against the wall with enough force to rattle the shelves lining the room. Creed let out a strangled grunt, his bravado melting into fear.I wanted to move, to help, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins left me frozen, my pulse pounding in my ears. One of Creed’s men was still conscious, clutching his injured shoulder as he reached for a gun.I acted on instinct. Grabbing a nearby bottle from a cluttered table, I hurled it with all my strength. It shattered aga
(ELISE)The room seemed to vibrate with tension as Creed’s cruel smile twisted into a smirk of amusement. Dominic was slumped in the chair, his face pale but his eyes sharp, tracking every movement in the room. I could feel the weight of his stare on me, but I didn’t dare meet his gaze. Not yet.Creed stepped closer, the gun in his hand casually dangling as though he wasn’t holding my entire world in his palm. The two men blocking the exit were armed, their broad shoulders and menacing glares making them appear like immovable statues.“You know,” Creed said, his voice almost conversational, “I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to show up this quickly. Dominic always said you were resourceful, but I assumed you’d at least hesitate. Shows how little I know.”I forced myself to hold his gaze, hiding the fear simmering beneath my surface. “If you wanted me here so badly, you’ve got me. Now let him go.”Creed chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Oh, Elise. It’s not that simple. Dominic her
I stood frozen, the phone still clutched in my hand, its cold surface pressing against my damp palm. The man's chilling voice echoed in my mind, and my heartbeat thundered in my ears. Dominic was in danger, and every instinct in my body screamed at me to do something.I paced the apartment, the walls closing in around me. The security guards stationed at the door would never let me leave alone, not after the recent threats. But waiting wasn’t an option. I had to act, and I had to act now.Taking a deep breath, I glanced at the package the deliveryman had brought earlier—the ominous note lying discarded on the coffee table. Its words felt like a taunt, a reminder that I was being watched.I couldn’t involve anyone else. Whoever this man was, he wanted me alone, and any deviation from that would only put Dominic in greater danger.I grabbed my coat and slipped on a pair of boots, trying to steady my trembling hands. Quietly, I opened the closet and retrieved the pepper spray Dominic had
(ELISE)The drive back to the apartment felt suffocating. The silence between us was almost oppressive, pressing down on my chest with each passing mile. Dominic sat next to me, his face pale and drawn, his jaw locked tight. I could feel the weight of Victor’s accusations, the sting of the chilling message on my phone—each one a reminder of the danger creeping closer. Neither of us spoke, but the unspoken tension between us was palpable, filling the car and making the air thick with unease.I couldn’t stand it anymore.“Who would send that message?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, but loud enough to break the silence that had swallowed us whole.Dominic’s eyes were fixed on the road, but his fingers gripped the armrest, his knuckles white. “It could be anyone connected to my father’s past, or one of the people Victor mentioned,” he replied, his voice taut with something I couldn’t quite place. “I don’t know.”“No.” I turned to him, catching his glance for just a moment.
The night was cold and silent as I approached the old pier, its wooden planks creaking under my hesitant footsteps. The waves lapped softly against the posts, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me.The letter’s cryptic words had replayed in my mind on the drive here. Every scenario I could imagine ended badly, yet I couldn’t ignore the pull of curiosity—or the need for answers.I glanced over my shoulder, half-expecting to see Dominic’s car in the distance. But I hadn’t told him. This was something I needed to face alone.A figure emerged from the shadows at the far end of the pier. My heart raced, my fingers gripping the small canister of pepper spray tucked into my pocket.“Hello, Elise,” a familiar voice called out.I stopped short. It wasn’t Linda or Julian.It was Victor, Dominic’s estranged cousin.Victor’s history with Dominic was complicated. He had been a promising figure in the family business until his reckless decisions led to a scandal that nearly destroyed thei
The confrontation with Julian Kane should have been the climax of our struggles, but as it turned out, it was only the prelude.Julian was apprehended quickly after the police arrived, his threats dissolving into pathetic excuses as they hauled him away. I thought the worst was over, that Dominic and I could finally breathe freely again. But life has a way of twisting the knife when you least expect it.It started with an innocent phone call.“Mrs. Blackwood?”I froze at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. “Yes, this is Elise Blackwood. Who’s calling?”“This is Detective Harris with the Financial Crimes Division. I need to speak with you and your husband regarding an ongoing investigation. Would you be available to meet at our office?”I frowned, glancing at Dominic, who was standing across the room. He caught my expression and walked over, his brow furrowing.“Can you tell me what this is about?” I asked cautiously.“It’s sensitive,” the detective replied. “But it concerns irregularit
The message hung over us like a storm cloud, an unwelcome reminder of the chaos Dominic and I had fought so hard to escape. I had no idea who could have sent it or what it meant, but Dominic’s reaction told me everything I needed to know—this wasn’t the first threat he’d received.After dinner, he paced the living room, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. I watched him, my chest tightening with each heavy step. Finally, I couldn’t take the silence any longer.“Dominic, talk to me,” I said, standing and crossing the room to him. “Who sent that message? What are we dealing with?”He stopped, his jaw working as he debated how much to tell me. His hesitation only fueled my anxiety.“I don’t know for sure,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “But I have my suspicions.”I crossed my arms. “And those suspicions are…?”He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “It could be someone connected to the board—or a competitor who’s not thrilled about the merger we finalized last year. There w