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But as I watch him fuck me, and I revel in the wickedness of being with the Devil, of having him fill me with the very last drop of his cum, I realize that’s not it at all. And the truth is terrifying.

I was made for Gideon.

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GIDEON

The dark room is filled with the echoes of the mourning crowd. It reverberates through my chest and triggers the instinct to join in their cries.

There’s a body in a pretty white box at the front of the church. It takes my small legs a long time to get to it. I stand upon the step set up just for me, and peer down at the beautiful woman, touch her red hair and cold skin. Her green eyes flutter open and she smiles.

They took her from me before I could remember her, yet I see her now.

“How is this possible?” I ask.

She makes to talk, but her lips have been sewn shut. So instead, she stares at me, pleading for me to understand the message she’s conveying.

My father stands beside me and looks at her sadly. Then, he bends to me and whispers, “No matter what you see, no matter what you hear, remain hidden until you have the power to take them all.”

I frown in confusion. “But, I have the power now.”

“You only think you do.”

Iwake from the haunting dream with a feeling of dread and foreboding. It’s my recurring nightmare, something that seems like a warning, but I can’t understand the message.

Father believed in the afterlife. He believed my mother’s spirit lingered. That she was waiting to be avenged before she could move on. If that is true, why is she still haunting me? Why does she come when I’m fighting to avenge her husband’s death?

My revenge against Clive Maxton has been set into motion. I arrived at Thomas Cameron’s house just in time to prevent his daughters, Imogen Skye and Maisel, from running.

When I pulled up to the Victorian house in Philadelphia, my men surrounded it. I went to the back, knowing they’d run once they heard the front door being rammed in. However, when I turned the corner, I spotted someone in the shadows.

I paused, curiosity getting the better of me. He peeked through the windows before standing at the back door. Sounds could be heard inside, female voices and rushing feet.

The door opened and the man’s face was lit. He sneered, displaying a row of gold teeth. “Hello, pretty girl.”

“What do—” Skye screamed as I blew his brains out.

It was a gut reaction to his expression, one that told me he was about to pounce.

The man fell forward and both girls jumped back. Skye immediately caught sight of me, the gun in my hand, and knew the danger I posed. Her arms went out protectively. It was exactly what I hoped for. She needs that protective instinct to follow through on the mission I set her on.

Avoiding the thick puddle of blood on the floor, I stepped into the kitchen. I gave her my most friendly smile and greeted her. “Hello, Skye.”

She didn’t trust me, it was to be expected. “Maze,” she said to her sister over her shoulder. “Run.”

My grin widened because there was nowhere to go, the men were inside now. Dan, a beast of a man, grabbed Maisel before she could take a single step. She fought him, kicking and biting, but he’s used to pain and it didn’t faze him in the least.

Seeing her sister captured like that had Skye attacking, also to no avail. She bounced off Dan’s chest and landed in a heap on the floor.

“Calm yourself, woman,” I told her. “Let’s talk.”

The realization that she could do nothing was palpable. I didn’t envy her helplessness. I’ve been there before.

“Are you going to kills us?” Skye asked and looked at her sister.

“I don’twantto kill either of you,” I replied honestly.

“Then whatdoyou want?”

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