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Dude. Girl just got kidnapped and forced to kill someone. Cut her some slack Anika. 😡
My pessimism reared its head again, reminding me of Arwood’s words about bullets and heads. “But if he’s not?”
“He’s motivated. He will be.”
“What are you? What is he?”
— Dec 17, 2025 10:58PM
My pessimism reared its head again, reminding me of Arwood’s words about bullets and heads. “But if he’s not?”
“He’s motivated. He will be.”
“What are you? What is he?”
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It’s 2:46 am on a Sunday. I have quick plans with Alice and Lacey early in the morning. So I really should be sleeping but I’m 8/32 (25%) into the special side chapter. So imma mark this as finished and finish the special when I wake up later today. This book was good. I’d like more baddass Mc moments and more info on Arwood’s family dynamic. But 4 stars overall this was enjoyable although frustrating at the
— Dec 21, 2025 02:48AM
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SEVEN WEEKS LATER
Clutching an umbrella, I ran across wet cobblestones as I departed Trinity College, heading for the pub where Silas and his family waited.
He was the first person I saw, his hair curling adorably around his ears. I set my umbrella aside, ducking beneath snowflake garlands hanging from the ceiling, and ran over to him.
— Dec 21, 2025 02:31AM
Clutching an umbrella, I ran across wet cobblestones as I departed Trinity College, heading for the pub where Silas and his family waited.
He was the first person I saw, his hair curling adorably around his ears. I set my umbrella aside, ducking beneath snowflake garlands hanging from the ceiling, and ran over to him.
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Eilinora’s midnight blue gaze studied mine, intense but clear. As if she often analyzed the world and those around her and came away rarely surprised. Before Arwood, talking to someone like this would have terrified me. I kept my face as neutral as possible and my posture relaxed, like I had nothing to hide.
— Dec 21, 2025 01:40AM
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Isobelle Sayer was here.
She’d been in County Clare all along, slurping spaghetti and laughing like a member of a fucking sorority house.
I had no idea whether to laugh or scream.
A few indecisive moments later, I decided on neither. I pushed my chair back noisily and headed straight for her, ignoring Aoife’s yelp of surprise at my sudden exodus.
— Dec 21, 2025 01:24AM
She’d been in County Clare all along, slurping spaghetti and laughing like a member of a fucking sorority house.
I had no idea whether to laugh or scream.
A few indecisive moments later, I decided on neither. I pushed my chair back noisily and headed straight for her, ignoring Aoife’s yelp of surprise at my sudden exodus.
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Silas undid the button and zip, his thumbs smoothing over the skin underneath as he peeled my jeans off. I wanted to cover my thighs, conceal them somehow, but inhaled at the look in his eyes. The way his fingers hooked around my underwear, the way he slowly drew them down, placing kisses to the inside of my knees, suppressed the insecurities that rose.
— Dec 20, 2025 11:49PM
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Think something big is gonna happen to Mc now that she’s 21. Maybe a new power development?
It’s funny, the things that stick in your mind when you’re heading for danger. As we exited the car a block from the warehouse, piling out onto a sidewalk slick from recent rain, I clocked today’s date on the dashboard. In a few hours, I’d be twenty-one.
— Dec 20, 2025 11:01PM
It’s funny, the things that stick in your mind when you’re heading for danger. As we exited the car a block from the warehouse, piling out onto a sidewalk slick from recent rain, I clocked today’s date on the dashboard. In a few hours, I’d be twenty-one.
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“Miss Backhus,” Arwood said as I sat opposite him. “You wanted to see me?”
My eyes darted to the picture on the projector screen. “Another attack from Johan’s team?”
“One of my distribution centers. Five dead, ten injured.”
That was as good a segue as any. “Are you still having difficulty identifying him?”
— Dec 20, 2025 10:50PM
My eyes darted to the picture on the projector screen. “Another attack from Johan’s team?”
“One of my distribution centers. Five dead, ten injured.”
That was as good a segue as any. “Are you still having difficulty identifying him?”
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That escalated quickly.
“Doesn’t release him from accountability. My father lectured me on using my power every day after I transcended. Most parents tell their kids not to drink alcohol or party. My father pushed me to use just enough to train. Just enough to learn. Meanwhile, he’s working for Arwood and doing it at every opportunity. Like a junkie.”
— Dec 20, 2025 10:42PM
“Doesn’t release him from accountability. My father lectured me on using my power every day after I transcended. Most parents tell their kids not to drink alcohol or party. My father pushed me to use just enough to train. Just enough to learn. Meanwhile, he’s working for Arwood and doing it at every opportunity. Like a junkie.”
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“Say it louder, yeah?” the guard said. “Gimme a few more months on the perimeter.”
I gave him a generous smile. “You have to start somewhere, right? If I ever find my beloved Romeo, I’ll let him know requirements for a midnight visit are via the front door.”
Silas looked up, having heard my comment. Our eyes met then tore away again.
— Dec 20, 2025 04:01PM
I gave him a generous smile. “You have to start somewhere, right? If I ever find my beloved Romeo, I’ll let him know requirements for a midnight visit are via the front door.”
Silas looked up, having heard my comment. Our eyes met then tore away again.
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GODDAME LISAANDRA, ARWOOD, STEADMAN. THAT IS HOTT AS HELL.
It took a second to register what I was seeing.
Lissandra clutched the outer frame of a ladder. Lamplight washed over the material pooling under her white bustier and the straps of her heels. Tanned legs tightened around a man’s waist, holding him close as he thrust into her.
— Dec 20, 2025 01:42PM
It took a second to register what I was seeing.
Lissandra clutched the outer frame of a ladder. Lamplight washed over the material pooling under her white bustier and the straps of her heels. Tanned legs tightened around a man’s waist, holding him close as he thrust into her.
“What is that?”
“A different sort to you, babe. And that’s all Arwood cares about.”
Anika’s tone had become clipped, as if she was losing patience with my questions. Her foot wiggled as she popped a piece of gum in her mouth. I wanted to ask her how Silas came to be here, if he’d always been with Arwood, but pride and suspicion stopped me. I couldn’t trust Anika or Silas without knowing all the facts, and something told me I wasn’t going to get them in this room.
“Seems like extreme measures to find someone. Who is Arwood looking for?”
“His daughter.”
I bit my lip, sympathy and irony whirring in my thoughts. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose a child. But I am someone’s child, and he’d kidnapped me. My father would be losing his mind.
“Look.” Anika gave a gusty sigh. “I know this is a lot, but this is how Arwood operates, okay? He enforces compliance, but he’s also aware he’ll get a better outcome if people cooperate. And he’s open to negotiating with you.”
Willingly scream? Willingly kill people? “I can’t do that for him. I—I won’t.”
“You’re gonna be here regardless. Don’t you wanna be more comfortable?”
“I want to go home.”
“Well, you have until Silas does his thing to reconsider. For now, a deal’s a deal. This house looks ancient, but we have access to high-speed internet and overnight delivery like everyone else. So”—she pulled her phone from her bra—“what can I get for you?”
I pressed my thighs together. The wadded toilet paper would fail me soon, and I’d leak everywhere. Yet the idea of admitting this discomfort proved more challenging than enduring it. What if she’d asked this question so she knew what to withhold to make me more miserable?
Underneath immaculate winged eyeliner, Anika’s dark brown eyes assessed me from head to toe. “A brush, perhaps?”
My hair obviously looked as good as I felt. I nodded.
Again, she studied me. “I can gauge everything but your shoe size. What is it?”
I told her, and she punched notes into her phone. A shiver wracked my body, my lip trembling as I tightened the towel around myself.
Anika rose, using her foot to kick her jacket up off the floor. She shrugged it back on, her face softening. “Look, I’m sorry this happened to you, Backhus. Life sometimes serves steaming piles of shit you don’t deserve. But you have a choice here. I hope you’ll take it.”
I was in danger of crying again. I avoided her eyes so she wouldn’t see how uncomfortable I was, even as years of conditioning kicked in, forcing me to respond. “Thank you.”
Within thirty minutes, I had a tray of food and a bag of folded clothes—presumably someone’s on lend—on top of some grooming products. And tampons. She may have been working for some crazy mafia boss and not the least bit trustworthy, but in that moment, Anika was an angel in Doc Martens.