Page 123 of Under an Endless Moon

“Looks like someone might be sending me a message.”

I was likely outed. Right in front of my whole fuckin’crew.

Guilty.

I wouldn’t deny it—what I’d been doing. What Ihadto do. The revenge I had to seek because those deranged bastards couldn’t go on living after what they had done.

Thing was, I knew down to my soul they would have gladly jumped on their bikes and rode with me to enact the punishment.

But this wasn’t about them, and this vengeance had to be committed by my own hands. Four of their deaths had already been stolen from me. I hadn’t been willing to give up any more of them.

A lump the size of Georgia filled my throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe as I pulled off the rubber bands and unfurled the paper from the rock. Setting it aside, I lifted the paper to see what the message read.

Then that ball of dread in my throat dropped to the pit of my stomach.

A stone sinking to the bottom of the sea when I saw the words scrawled in red across the paper.

Did you think you would get away with it? No, bitch, you will bleed.

Any fury I’d thought I was feeling? It was nil compared to the rage that slammed me. A tsunami that threatened to knock me from my feet.

I turned to find her standing just behind me. Horror blanched her face, the color draining away to a pasty white.

A storm of madness whipped through the garage.

Every member of Sovereign Sanctum instantly riding a sharp, cutting edge.

Because it became immediately clear that the slur written on Moonflower’s window wasn’t random, and this motherfucker hadn’t come for me.

He’d come for Raven.

THIRTY-FOUR

RAVEN

Terror ripped through my consciousness,tearing at my insides and crawling into every crevice of my mind.

I took a faltering step back like it could remove me from the threat smeared across the paper.

Bile lifted in my throat as a whirl of sickness coiled in my stomach.

No.

This couldn’t be happening. Not after everything I’d been through. Not after everything I’d overcome.

It wasn’t fair.

And who?

Who would do this?

Otto slowly turned around, and it sucked the little oxygen I’d been breathing from my lungs.

The man was carved of viciousness.

Of a malice so acute I felt it shiver through the air.

Razors dragging across my flesh.

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