LOGINThis book is officially over. I can't believe I finished it. There were times I wanted to give up. Times I did at some point, but for some reason, I always found the energy to push through. I want to thank everyone who gave this book a chance. Without you, this book wouldn't be as successful as it
“Nikolai, I- ouch” She takes a step towards me and then stops, her face twisting into a grimace. I'm at her side in an instant, my hands around her shoulder, steadying her, “What's wrong?” I ask, my gaze scanning her carefully. My eyes land on the thin ragged line on her knee. The edges are raw, a
To be honest I wouldn't blame her if she did. She’d just seen me torture information out of a man. A man who deserves every bit of pain I dished out to him and more but still. Ava wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to seeing other people suffer. I was. I thought I could shield her from the darknes
Nikolai There's a solid second that follows after I see her, where the two of us just stare at each other, neither one of us willing to break contact first. Fuck. She wasn't supposed to be here. How the hell did she even find this place? "Ava, wait," Her eyes widened, a flicker of panic cross
I don’t. My pulse dips, and my heart rate spikes. The passageway is dark and the light seeping in from the library barely serves as an adequate lighting source. I whip out my phone and turn on the flashlight, barely containing the scream that threatens to erupt from my throat, when I see a roach s
The drawing is far from perfect, but it's perfect enough to make Kira smile, and that's enough for me. “Do you think Papa will like it?” I smile softly, brushing a strand of her dark hair away from her face. "I think your papa will love it.” Kira's smile brightens even more. The door to the
Blood. It’s smeared across his shirt, dark and drying in patches around the fabric. My heart stops in its tracks, and my breath catches in my throat as panic spreads like wildfire through my veins. "Nikolai? My voice cracks, barely audible. I reach for him instinctively, my hand trembling as I tr
Ava When I wake up the next day, Nikolai is gone and on his nightstand is a light pink shoebox. A note sits neatly on top of it, the edges crisp. My fingers move before I can stop them, reaching out and lifting the piece of paper from the box. I flick it open and stare at the words sprawled in the
When we pull up to the house, I dash upstairs to my bedroom. Tossing my bag on the bed, I strip out of my clothes and opt for a more comfortable option. My quest for comfort leads me to Nikolai's section of the walk-in closet, and I snatch one of his casual-looking Tees off the hanger. It's soft
"Is my wife going to seek vengeance on my behalf?" Is he ... joking? I glare at him, frustration building in my chest, "You think this is funny? Do you think my feelings are just something for you to play with? I was worried about you Nikolai. I couldn't eat properly. Hell, I couldn't even sleep.







