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Vincent Moretti might be okay with the race being exposed, but Logan wasn’t. He had seen up close the evil humans were capable of.

The future.

It was unknown.

It was terrifying.

Not so much for him, but for the ten million vampires on the planet who couldn’t protect themselves.

They had to get the distribution of the serum eliminated. Nikolay had to die.

Logan sat up and draped his arms over his knees.

What was Brooklyn doing right now? Was she thinking about him? Did she miss him? Regret what she’d done, or not give a damn?

Her beautiful fucking smile with those rosy cheeks appeared in his mind and he shook his head. If only she’d stayed put in the hotel room. Right now he could be balls deep inside her, watching her squirm as her orgasm rolled through her.

He could be bonding with her.

Claiming her.

Planning their lives together.

Instead, she fucked it all up.

He reached for his clothes and his phone fell onto the grass. Swiping it open, he searched for their last text messages and scrolled. The same heaviness inside his chest fighting to hate her while he also loved her.

Nature.

He had no choice.

He would love her forever, no matter what she did.

Logan slipped on his clothes and tugged his phone into his back pocket, then slowly made his way back to the castle.

When the familiar beep sounded out, he froze.

Without looking, he knew who it was.

Logan rubbed his jaw and swallowed, then pulled the phone out.

Sorry.

You will be, sweetheart. Because now I can get our tech geniuses to trace you.

“Enjoy your last few days alive, Brooklyn. Never betray an assassin,” he growled, then stalked back to the castle.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

“How long do I have to stay here?” Brooklyn asked the federal agent, Michael Davies.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t be planning to go anywhere soon.” Michael gave her a sideways look.

“You think I’m lying.”

“Not up to me to decide. This has gone all the way to the top. For obvious reasons. My job is to keep you alive,” he replied.

Brooklyn was going out of her mind.

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