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I need to finish it.

“Are you sure?”

With a concerned glance, Tytus leans down to get a good look at my eyes, like he’s checking for a concussion.

I try to brush him off, but his wide fingers hold me into place by the shoulder. It feels like he could pick me up if he just clamped down a little harder.

I decide to sink into that confounding strength. The mystery of what’s happening is more comfortable if I don’t question it. And right now, I need some comfort.

“I’m sure,” I insist, forcing myself to hold his intense gaze.

But it’s harder than it has any right to be. Those silver-blue eyes do things to me that I can’t explain.

My stomach flutters. The knot in my gut loosens, if only just a little.

“Alright. Then stay close. Let’s go recover that masterpiece of yours.”

“And what if the monster is there?” I can’t help but ask.

Tytus doesn’t look worried, but his silver-blue eyes do narrow as he looks off into the distance.

“You’re already with the only real monster in Berlin,” he says. “Everyone else is just a pale imitation. And if they try me, or you, they’re going to learn that the hard way.”

With that, he stops looking into the distance and focuses his gorgeous gaze back onto me.

“Okay,” I swallow.

“Thatta girl.”

The smiles returns to his thick red lips. And when he offers me his giant hand, I hardly hesitate to take it.

“Let’s go get that painting.”

His thick fingers close in around mine and a budding confidence begins to simmer just under my fear.

It’s all going to be okay, I tell myself. I just need to stick close to this monster.

My monster.

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Tytus

The lake house is smaller than I remember.

But maybe that’s just a trick of the snow. Half the courtyard is hidden beneath a mountain of thick white powder, after all.

Still, as I turn from the window and look down the long hallway behind me, I feel as though the insides have also shrunk.

It’s not a bad thing—the place definitely feels cozier now—I just can’t seem to wrap my head around why. Usually, I’m good at remembering how things are. It’s part of what helps keep me one step ahead of everyone else.

With Melina, though, my senses seem to warp. Everything feels more intimate. More precious.

The last time I was here, I took full advantage of the multiple rooms and floors. Anything to escape Yasha after I was finished using her.

But now I don’t want to stray far from the girl I’m with. In fact, I can already feel her presence pulling me back to the bedroom I left her in just moments ago.

Easy now, I warn myself, knowing full well what’s to come. Shit is about to go down, but you can’t lose yourself, or else you might lose her.