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I wish I hadn’t. I wish I’d been honest. No matter how upset or betrayed I’d felt.

I’m his.

But now he’ll never know that.

“Wait…” I choke through the tears.

“No. No more waiting, princess,” Krol’s broken voice slithers from the growing darkness. “Stay put now. I’ll get the knives ready.”

30

Tytus

My head is still spinning by the time we pull up to the lake house.

But I don’t let that slow me down. I can’t.

Maksim is waiting out front. He looks pissed.

Something is wrong.

“Where is she?” I blare, pushing my way out of the car. Roz is immediately at my side, just to make sure I don’t fall. Fortunately, I manage to stay on my feet as I scramble towards the mansion.

“Stay back,” Maksim growls.

A second later, Rian comes storming around the corner.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“He’s with me,” Roz warns. “Now, where’s my bestie?”

Rian and Maksim share a troubling look.

My pounding heart sinks.

“As far as we can tell, no one’s in there,” Maksim grumbles.

“Not that we can get a good look,” Rian sneers, glaring at me. “You failed to mention all the traps you set up around this place.”

“They’re for her safety.”

“Well, you can get rid of them now. Because we can take care of her safety from here on out. Do you—”

“Stop it,” Roz barks, stepping between the two of us. “We don’t have time for bickering, ladies. Get your heads out of your asses. Tytus, let us in. Rian, take a deep breath. We got this. Everything’s going to be alright. Okay?”

Rian’s nostril’s flare as he takes a reluctant step back.

“There better not be a scratch on her,” he threatens, clenching his fists.

“Agreed.”

Stepping aside, Maksim gestures for me to approach the front door. It’s still shut, but not in the way I left it.

“I hope you did this,” I mumble, bending down to get a better look. The wood around the lock has been splintered, like someone tried to kick their way in. My eyes turn upward, towards the flash bomb I tucked beneath the top of the door frame. It’s clearly been triggered, but neither Maksim or Rian seem to be suffering from an acute case of sudden blindness.

“That shit nearly knocked me off my feet,” Rian swears, following my gaze. “You’re lucky it didn’t, because I would have paid you back tenfold.”

I don’t bother responding. I’m too relieved. If this door is still secure, then Melina should be fine.