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I wanted to look away from.

Because I saw death in his eyes.

I also saw life.

I saw things he shouldn’t have been.

I saw things that were impossible to see.

I saw my own shame. I saw my faults. I saw everything that made me a bad vampire, a bad person. I saw histories and deaths. I saw diseases, destruction. I saw war.

Trust. I needed to trust Cassius.

But I had a bad feeling that I hadn’t just mated with Mason.

But a fallen.

MASON

The aftermath.

The awareness of her body was like a balm to my heart.

It was also the only reason I wasn’t yelling at the top of my lungs, the only reason I wasn’t cursing Cassius into the abyss.

Other. My. Ass.

I was no more other than Cassius was honest.

I gave my head a shake.

I wanted to be wrong.

But I saw her face.

It was not the face of trust. It was the face of fear.

“Serenity.” Even my voice sounded different to my own ears; everything had heightened from the way the air shifted and shaped words into existence to the power I felt at even uttering them.

Ultimate power.

I craved it like I craved her.

“Mason?” She said my name like a question.

“Yes?” I answered the only way I knew how as confusion filled my head, my heart.

“Do you… do you know what’s going on?”

I shook my head. “I know you’re mine. That is what I know.”

The house shook with my statement, and I could hear the very earth roar to life, as if it was waiting for me to create, to call something into existence.

I didn’t feel evil.

But I felt evil all around me, tempting me, telling me to give in, so that I could be free.

Serenity took a deep breath and pressed her hands onto my shoulders. “We need Cassius.”


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