Page 100 of The Library

Iknew something was wrong the second I walked into that room. Ty and I had been set up, and the realization hit me fucking hard. The meeting had gone too smoothly, the details too clean, too easy. But it wasn’t until we left that my phone vibrated in my pocket—one of the guards, and then silence. A deadly silence.

“Something’s wrong,” I muttered, my voice tight, trying to stay calm as I looked at Ty.

Ty narrowed his eyes, his hand hovering near his gun as we walked toward our motorcycles. “What do you mean?”

I didn’t need to explain. My gut was telling me what my mind refused to process:Lilith.

Within seconds, we were on our bikes, tearing through the streets at breakneck speed, the engines roaring beneath us. The minutes felt like hours, my thoughts racing faster than we could drive. The closer we got, the more the dread twisted inside me like a fucking knife. I had to remind myself to breathe, but it wasn’t working. My pulse was pounding in my ears, and the only thing I could think about was her—alone, vulnerable, without me.

When we pulled up to the house, my heart dropped.

The gates were open, the guards—my fucking guards—lay lifeless, blood pooling beneath them. Every muscle in my body tensed as I jumped off my bike, letting it slam to the ground, andsprinted toward the door, Ty right behind me, gun drawn. My vision blurred with rage, my mind going into overdrive.

I slammed through the door, shouting her name. “Lilith!” The silence inside the house was deafening, and it filled me with a terror I had never known before.

“Lilith!” I bellowed again, the walls echoing my voice back to me. Nothing.Nothing.

That’s when it hit me. They’d taken her.They fucking took her.

The rage inside me exploded. I grabbed the nearest object—a lamp-and hurled it across the room, glass shattering into a thousand pieces. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. My fists slammed into the wall over and over, my knuckles splitting open, blood dripping down my hands. The pain didn’t register; all I felt was fury. I was spiraling, completely lost in the darkness. I tore through the room, ripping books off the shelves, overturning the table, smashing vases and picture frames, breaking everything in sight. Chairs splintered, mirrors shattered, the sound of destruction barely piercing through the storm in my mind. Nothing survived my rage, not even me.

“Sebastian, stop!” Ty’s voice cut through the storm, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t think. She was gone. They had taken her from me, and I had no idea where she was. Her tracking device had been cut out of her neck, pinging her location in our driveway. They fucking tossed it in the goddamn driveway when they took her.

“Sebastian!” Ty’s arm locked around my neck before I could react, dragging me to the ground with force. I swung my arm wildly, aiming for his, but missed, adrenaline blinding my focus. My fist connected with Ty’s face instead, a sickening crack echoing as his nose broke beneath my knuckles.

“Fuck!” Ty cursed, blood already running down his face, but his grip only tightened like a vice, cutting off my air.

I fought against it, fury surging through me, but his hold was unrelenting. My vision blurred, my chest heaving as I struggled for breath, desperate to break free.

“Fucking breathe, goddamn it!” Ty growled in my ear, his voice raw with frustration, the pressure of his headlock increasing.

I clawed at his arm, panic and rage colliding in a whirlwind, but it was useless. The world around me began to dim, the fight slowly draining from my limbs as l gasped for air.

“Calm the fuck down,” Ty hissed, giving me a rough shake, his voice low but commanding. The fight in me finally crumbled, and I slumped against him, my fury cracking open, releasing a scream that tore through me as tears poured down my face.

“Sebastian… we’ll find her. But you have to keep your fucking head.”

I stood there, panting, covered in blood—my blood—my mind racing. My hands throbbed, but I didn’t care. “They took her,” I growled, my voice barely above a whisper, my entire soul shattering. “They took her, Ty.”

“I know,” he said, his voice tight, calm in a way that should have grounded me but didn’t. “And we’re going to get her back. But you need to hold it together. Now.”

I forced myself to breathe. Ty was right. I couldn’t fall apart. Not now. Not when she needed me. She needed me.

Grabbing my phone, I called the only person who could help right now. My father. The moment he picked up, I didn’t even bother with pleasantries. “They’ve taken Lilith,” I bit out, my voice cold with fury. “I need everything you’ve got. All of the Society’s resources, every man. I don’t fucking care what it takes.”

There was a pause on the other end, but I could hear the shift in his tone when he spoke. “We’ll find her, son,” he said firmly.“I’ll call in every favor we have. But keep your head, Sebastian. We need to be smart about this.”

I hung up, my hands shaking. Ty was already calling in his own favors, both of us working furiously to track down any lead. Every second she was gone felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest.

* * *

Five days. It’s been five fucking days since they took her.

Every second without her is a slow death. I can barely breathe. I grip the edge of the desk, my hands shaking with the need to break something, to destroy everything in my path until she’s back with me.

I’m nothing without her. She’s the air I breathe, the blood in my veins, and without her, I’m hollow. Dead inside.

The only thing keeping me alive is the thought that she needs me. Wherever she is, she’s waiting for me to find her. She knows I’ll come for her. I fucking have to.

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