“We don’t intend on letting you graduate, little Vegas.” Seth sneered, brushing his hand over Max’s arm. “It’s going to hurt.” “You might wanna get out now while you still can,” Caleb said, and Tory pursed her lips at him. “You’ve proved you’re Fae. We don’t intend on underestimating that fact,” Darius snarled. “So, enjoy the Lunar Eclipse tonight. It will be the last night of peace between us. But every night after that...when you lay your pretty little heads down on your pillows, I want you to remember we’re coming for you. In the dead of night, at the break of dawn or the fall of dusk. You
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