KEILAH I stared at him, my heart hammering in my chest. Surely, I’d misheard him. Surely, he hadn’t just said— “My price is your uterus,” the man repeated, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His calmness made it even more unsettling. My mouth opened and closed, words failing me. The room seemed to tilt for a moment, and I grabbed the back of a chair to steady myself. “You can’t be serious,” I finally managed, my voice cracking. “Oh, I’m very serious,” he said, turning fully toward me now. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, unrelenting. “What I want is not negotiable. You came to me, seeking warmth, seeking help for him.” He gestured vaguely toward the door, where I imagined Damien still standing, pacing and waiting for me. “This is the price.” “Why?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. “Why would you ask for something so... so horrifying?” The man’s lips curved into a faint, humourless smile. “Because you’ll pay it if you’re desperate enoug
DAMIENBefore I could finish, Keilah moved faster than I anticipated, rising on her toes and slapping her hand over my mouth. The action caught me so off guard that I froze, my glare snapping at her. “I’m so tired,” she said with a laugh so awkward it almost made me cringe. “Let’s just get some sleep.” What the hell was she doing? I stared down at her, her hand still pressed against my mouth, as I tried to piece together this sudden display of... whatever this was supposed to be. I pulled her hand away firmly, my brows furrowing. “Keilah,” I started, but before I could say more, the short man’s voice interrupted. “Do you guys have a problem?” he asked, his beady eyes flicking between us. Keilah’s response was immediate, her tone overly bright. “Not really!” she chirped, then she leaned closer, her voice barely a whisper. “I'll explain.” Explain? About what? Her words were quiet, but there was a weight in them that kept me from outright brushing her off. I studied her for
HUSTLE’S POVThe four of us Milly, Tasha, Maureen and I sat huddled together on the bed, sighing in unison, each lost in our own thoughts but connected by a single dilemma: whether or not we should head upstairs to check on King Draven and Keilah. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Maureen muttered, breaking the silence. “How did we even agree to come to the human world just to keep an eye on King Draven and his woman?”“Not just keeping an eye on them,” I added with a wry smile. “We’re also supposed to stop them from sharing a room. Like that’s even going to work.”“I’ll go and make up an excuse to get Keilah to join us,” Tasha said, heading toward the door. We all watched her in silence, none of us daring to speak. Just as she reached for the handle, she stopped abruptly, letting out a heavy sigh. “I don’t even have a heartbeat, but I can feel it racing,” she muttered, turning back to face us. “I can’t do this.”I stood up, brushing off the tension in the room. “Let’s ad
Keilah's POVI was sprinting through a dark forest, my legs burning with every step, begging me to stop. My chest heaved painfully, each breath sharp and ragged, but I couldn’t stop—not with the terrifying noise echoing from behind. I didn’t know what I was running from, only that something—or someone—was chasing me.The trees thickened, the shadows deepened, and before I knew it, I found myself trapped in a narrow, dark room. The walls were painted in a dark, unsettling red paint. When I reached out and touched the surface, the paint oozed into warm blood and started trickling down the walls and then pooled at my feet. A scream tore from my throat as panic surged through me. I jolted awake gasping, sitting upright so fast I nearly collided with the twins’ heads hovering nearby. Squinting against the harsh sunlight flooding the room, I groaned and stumbled to the window, pulling the curtain back to shut out the merciless light.Just as I closed the curtains and flopped back onto the
KEILAH “Cora, listen to me,” I said softly, placing a hand on her arm. “We’ll talk about this when I get back from Auntie’s memorial, okay? Right now, I need to be there. You know how important today is.”Cora nodded, her expression softening. "Alright. We’ll talk when you get back."She stepped aside and opened the door, giving me space to leave. I hesitated for a brief moment, glancing back at her one last time before walking past her and into the living room, where the twins were waiting eagerly.I bent down with a smile as both of them planted a kiss on each of my cheek. "Tell Grandma we said hi!" Avery said cheerfully."Yeah, and that we miss her!" Zoe added, her little face bright with sincerity.Cora chimed in from behind. "And please tell her that we love her. Tell her to forgive me that I couldn’t visit her this time."I nodded at them, smiling despite the heaviness in my heart. "Of course. I’ll make sure she knows."I slipped into my boots, tightened the laces, and headed o
KEILAH I stared at the mark on my neck, disbelief gripping me. My reflection wavered in the dim lighting of the bathroom, but the mark was unmistakable. Damien’s mark—had reappeared after all these years, as though it had never faded in the first place. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would break through my ribcage.This couldn’t be happening. My fingers hovered over the mark, not quite daring to touch it, afraid that somehow, it might respond, or worse, grow stronger. Memories of Damien flooded my mind—his piercing eyes, the way his presence had always both frightened and fascinated me. I had thought those days were over. But the reappearance of his mark could only mean one thing.He was back.But why? And how?Panic surged through me as I stumbled back from the mirror, pressing my back against the cold bathroom wall. My breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, and my thoughts spiralled wildly. Was this a warning? A threat? What did Damien want? No—I had left that world behi
KEILAH The driver called out again, his voice more urgent this time. "Get back in the taxi, miss. This place isn't safe at this hour."I wiped the remaining tears from my cheeks and nodded, still feeling shaky, but I obliged, climbing back into the taxi. My body felt drained, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. “Take me to my address,” I mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear.He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, frowning. “Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t look it. I’m guessing you ran off from that hospital without being discharged.”“I’m fine now,” I lied, trying to sound more convincing than I felt. My throat was raw, my mind racing in a thousand directions. I needed to be anywhere but there—away from the hospital, away from whatever was happening to me.The driver hesitated for a moment, still unconvinced, but finally sighed and turned the car around, heading toward my home. By the time we arrived, dawn was just starting to break, soft light creeping ov
KEILAH The man straightened, towering over the others around him, his movements deliberate, slow, like a predator sizing up his prey. His glowing eyes locked onto mine, and a deep growl rumbled from his throat, echoing off the alley walls. The others—seven, or even more of them—turned to face me as well, their gazes as cold and merciless as his.Panic seized my chest, but I didn’t back down. My legs felt like lead, trembling, but I stayed rooted to the spot. The stone had barely fazed him, only seemed to amuse the others. One of them—a tall man with a scar running down the side of his face—stepped forward, his lips curling into a sinister grin."You've got some nerve," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Throwing rocks at us? Little girl like you should know better."I clenched my fists, trying to keep the fear from swallowing me whole. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could hear it. But I wasn’t here to run. I was here for answers. So bring it on.The man's grin widened
HUSTLE’S POVThe four of us Milly, Tasha, Maureen and I sat huddled together on the bed, sighing in unison, each lost in our own thoughts but connected by a single dilemma: whether or not we should head upstairs to check on King Draven and Keilah. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Maureen muttered, breaking the silence. “How did we even agree to come to the human world just to keep an eye on King Draven and his woman?”“Not just keeping an eye on them,” I added with a wry smile. “We’re also supposed to stop them from sharing a room. Like that’s even going to work.”“I’ll go and make up an excuse to get Keilah to join us,” Tasha said, heading toward the door. We all watched her in silence, none of us daring to speak. Just as she reached for the handle, she stopped abruptly, letting out a heavy sigh. “I don’t even have a heartbeat, but I can feel it racing,” she muttered, turning back to face us. “I can’t do this.”I stood up, brushing off the tension in the room. “Let’s ad
DAMIENBefore I could finish, Keilah moved faster than I anticipated, rising on her toes and slapping her hand over my mouth. The action caught me so off guard that I froze, my glare snapping at her. “I’m so tired,” she said with a laugh so awkward it almost made me cringe. “Let’s just get some sleep.” What the hell was she doing? I stared down at her, her hand still pressed against my mouth, as I tried to piece together this sudden display of... whatever this was supposed to be. I pulled her hand away firmly, my brows furrowing. “Keilah,” I started, but before I could say more, the short man’s voice interrupted. “Do you guys have a problem?” he asked, his beady eyes flicking between us. Keilah’s response was immediate, her tone overly bright. “Not really!” she chirped, then she leaned closer, her voice barely a whisper. “I'll explain.” Explain? About what? Her words were quiet, but there was a weight in them that kept me from outright brushing her off. I studied her for
KEILAH I stared at him, my heart hammering in my chest. Surely, I’d misheard him. Surely, he hadn’t just said— “My price is your uterus,” the man repeated, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His calmness made it even more unsettling. My mouth opened and closed, words failing me. The room seemed to tilt for a moment, and I grabbed the back of a chair to steady myself. “You can’t be serious,” I finally managed, my voice cracking. “Oh, I’m very serious,” he said, turning fully toward me now. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, unrelenting. “What I want is not negotiable. You came to me, seeking warmth, seeking help for him.” He gestured vaguely toward the door, where I imagined Damien still standing, pacing and waiting for me. “This is the price.” “Why?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. “Why would you ask for something so... so horrifying?” The man’s lips curved into a faint, humourless smile. “Because you’ll pay it if you’re desperate enoug
KEILAH The moment the lighting magic struck me, it felt like I had been hit by a train made of pure energy. My body flew backwards, colliding with the ground with a force that knocked the breath clean out of me. A ringing filled my ears as I struggled to process what had just happened, my body trembling violently from the impact. For a moment, I couldn’t tell up from down, the world around me spinning in a dizzying haze of cold and pain. When I finally managed to open my eyes, the first thing I saw was Damien rushing toward me, his face contorted with fury and worry. "Keilah!" he shouted, dropping to his knees beside me. His hands hovered over me, as if unsure where to touch, his panic barely restrained. "I’m... fine," I croaked, though my body screamed otherwise. My vision blurred as I tried to sit up, only for Damien’s hands to firmly press me back down. The memory of the short man standing in the doorway flickered in my mind, his sharp, hostile eyes burning into me. I turn
DAMIEN I stared at him for a moment, my mind racing to make sense of the situation. The man didn’t flinch under my gaze, his eyes unwavering as if he were the one in control here, which was the truth. This was his territory. "You’re looking for the witch, I assume?" he said, his voice smooth, almost mocking in its calmness.I narrowed my eyes. "I thought witches were women," I muttered, more to myself than to him.He chuckled a low sound that seemed to carry some hidden meaning. "Assumptions can be dangerous," he said, his grin never faltering. "Not all magic wears the shape you expect."I wasn’t sure if I was more confused or intrigued. My focus sharpened, sensing something ancient, powerful, and completely unyielding about him. He might not be the witch I was expecting, but he knew something—something I needed to know."Who are you?" I demanded, my voice firm, though I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling in my gut.He tilted his head, considering me for a long moment, before rep
DAMIEN I glanced down at the damn rock, now sealed tight, its magic flickering out like a light being abruptly cut off at night, leaving entire neighbourhoods in darkness. And just like that, I was left in the dark, too. The only thing it confirmed was that the witch I’d been tracking was somewhere in this town. The question was, where do I begin?I looked up at the chaotic bar in front of me. Stepping inside, I immediately felt it—an overwhelming surge of energy in the air. I pushed through the crowd, the noise of the bar buzzing in my ears, the thick scent of alcohol and sweat hanging heavy in the air. Magic crackled all around me, a low hum that made my skin crawl. She was close. I could feel it. Whoever this witch was, I was getting closer to her. But then a shadow loomed in front of me, broad and blocking the way. The guy was taller than me, and built like a brick wall. I could already sense it—the weight of his presence, the raw power he radiated. "Vampires aren't welcome h
KEILAH The woman’s voice cut through the thick silence again, cold and deliberate. “Aren’t you starving? Isn’t that what got you where you’re not supposed to be?” I stood there, utterly flabbergasted, my mind racing to catch up with her words. Shock, confusion, frustration—all of it churned within me, but what I was most aware of was the pounding of my heart and the irritation of Damien’s mark. It itched, stinging in a way I couldn’t ignore.The woman’s eyes never left me, her gaze unwavering as she spoke again. “Come, get something to eat before I change my mind. As for your friends, they’ll be fine that way.” She motioned lazily toward the group, who stood frozen. “Now, come.” I stayed rooted to the spot, uncertain of what to do. The group surrounded me, still and stiff, their protective postures making it feel impossible to move without brushing against one of them. It was like they were keeping me trapped in place, yet I had no idea how to get out of this. The woman’s expre
KEILAH The hum of the car engine filled the silence between us. Outside, the landscape rolled by in an endless blur—twisting roads, shadowed hills, and darkening skies that stretched on and on. It was the kind of silence that felt heavy with unspoken words and the weight of secrets neither of us wanted to touch yet.Damien sat in the driver’s seat, his tall, broad frame looking perfectly at ease. One hand gripped the wheel with an easy firmness, the other resting against his knee. His face, illuminated faintly by the glow of the dashboard lights, was carved from stone—sharp angles, impassive features, and those eyes. Even though they were fixed on the road, I knew they missed nothing.I shifted in my seat for what felt like the hundredth time, unable to get comfortable. Ever since I got in the car with Damien, my neck burned with an irritating itch—a deep stinging sensation that I couldn’t ignore. I scratched at the spot absentmindedly, fingers brushing over the mark. It wasn't the
KEILAH “What do you mean by that? Why does it want to stay here?” I asked, confused. Why would Ralph’s wolf refuse to leave when Ralph himself might be searching for it? I sighed. “Why do I even care about him reuniting with his wolf?” But then again, his wolf is a part of him. He must feel incomplete without it. Helping him reunite with his wolf—it’s the least I can do, right?I didn’t catch what Damien was saying because I was too lost in my own thoughts. My focus snapped back when he brushed past me, heading upstairs. His eyes moved as if tracking something unseen, and I knew he was following Ralph’s wolf.I followed him closely, noticing the tension in his jaw. He clearly wasn’t thrilled about this, but he was doing it because I asked. When he reached my room, he stopped abruptly, his gaze narrowing at the wall.“What is it doing?” I asked, following his line of sight.“It disappeared through the wall,” he replied.I stepped in front of him, my breath catching as I looked up. Hol