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For those who fell for the monster—and learned how to bite back.
Ever since our mother died—and Dad went to prison for her murder—it’s been my job to take care of Madison.
“Blackhollow wants you back or he walks.”
I suppose it’s easy to have black-and-white morality when you’ve never had to face any adversity.
But then I think back to something my Criminal Law professor once told us. When looking for clues in a case, if you hear hooves, think of horses—not unicorns.
“The Blackhollow family was one of the founding members of the Veil, after all.”
They already know you’re here. The Veil’s reach is extensive. And your client, Damien Blackhollow? He may look pretty and respectable, but there’s a deadly monster hidden under all that gloss. He’s the worst of them. Trust me on that.”
“You, though? I might miss not having you around, pain in the ass though you might be.”
“Your father was involved with the Veil,” he says. “Your mother’s death—there’s more to the story than you’ve been told.”
“Just remember—sometimes the truth is more dangerous than the lies.”
“Don’t dance with anyone else,” he murmurs, almost like a command cloaked as a plea. “Not tonight. You’re mine.”
I still feel him, long after I’ve left the museum. His gaze. His presence. His heat. And despite everything—despite Damien Blackhollow being dangerous, manipulative, and entirely too smug—my traitorous heart still races. Because for a few fleeting hours, real or not, he was mine.
“Nick… he… he tried to sacrifice me.” “He what?” Damien’s expression darkens, fury igniting in his eyes. Before I can react, he swipes a hand across the dresser, sending a crystal vase crashing to the floor, shattering on impact. Water and crushed petals spill onto the hardwood into a soggy, wet mess. “I’ll kill that bastard!”
“If I’d known what he was capable of, he wouldn’t have lived long enough to touch you,”
“It’s against every instinct, every damn shred of control and self-preservation I have, but I can’t seem to stop myself when it comes to you.”
“You’ve been in and out of it for days. Gave me quite the scare, but my doctors said it looked worse than it really was. That you just needed rest. But if you think for one second that I’m going to let anyone else try to harm you—” He stops himself, inhaling deeply, as if grappling with the intensity of his own feelings. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
“If things were different… if we had more time...” he says softly, his voice barely audible over the chanting. “I would’ve given you the world.”
“You know I meant what I said back there, right? That I’d die for you,” he says, stepping closer, his gaze holding mine. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I would’ve bled for you. Burned for you. Without you, I’m already dead.”
“You don’t have to be afraid anymore, James,” he whispers. “You’re mine now. And I don’t let anyone touch what’s mine.”
