Page 68 of His Dark Pull

But then, a sudden shift in tone. The newscaster’s voice, sharp and breathless, cuts through the room, shattering our tranquility.

“Breaking News: Escaped Convict. Dexter Hawkins, convicted mastermind behind the notorious Veles Network, has escaped from federal prison. Authorities are urging the public to exercise extreme caution, as Hawkins is considered armed and dangerous.”

My breath hitches in my throat, and the mug of tea slips from my grasp, shattering on the polished floor. The tea, now a dark stain spreading across the wood.

“No,” I gasp.

Alexander slams his book shut, the sound a gunshot in the silent room. He leaps to his feet, his eyes flashing. The crystal whiskey glass he’d been holding flies across the room, exploding against the fireplace in a shower of shards.

“That bastard,” he roars.

My body trembles, the echoes of that night returning to haunt me. Dexter’s cold eyes, his twisted smile, his whispered threats— It’s all rushing back, a torrent of terror that makes my chest tighten, my breath catch in my throat.

“He’ll come for us, won’t he?” I whisper.

Alexander strides towards me, his jaw clenched. He kneels before me, his hands cupping my face.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” he vows in a low growl. I’ll protect you, Ava. I swear it.”

His words, usually calming me, now ring hollow, like a promise broken. Can he protect me from Dexter’s twisted vendetta? He has a whole network of the Veles mafia behind him.

The news report continues, the details of Dexter’s escape unfolding like a horror film. He has outsmarted the guards and vanished without a trace. A ghost returned to haunt us.

“Authorities believe Hawkins may have had outside help in orchestrating his escape. An investigation is underway.”

My gaze darts to Alexander, my heart pounding. Did Kovacs play a part in Dexter’s escape? Is this just the beginning of a new nightmare, a cycle of violence and retribution destined to repeat itself?

As if reading my thoughts, Alexander’s eyes meet mine. He pulls me into his arms.

“We’ll get through this,” he murmurs against my hair, his voice rough.

But deep down, a cold, undeniable truth settles upon me, a truth I can’t ignore. Dexter’s escape isn’t just a threat; it’s a promise—a promise of vengeance, of retribution, a broken chain that will forever link our fates.

And as we huddle together in the darkening library, the shadows lengthening around us, a single, terrifying question lingers in the air:

What if Dexter’s escape isn’t the only secret waiting to be revealed? The word,Raven,flickers in my mind as I pull my sweater tight around me.

Suddenly, the sound of a window breaking shatters the silence, making me gasp for air sending my heart racing.

I turned slowly, my gaze drawn to the window where Mendel had vanished moments before. I see shattered glass glinting below; the nightmare is just beginning–