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A Monster.

The word didn’t need to be spoken.

It was already there.

In every story.

Every whisper.

Every look of fear.

But she didn’t see me that way.

Not yet.

And gods help me—I would destroy myself before I let that change.

The hunger stirred again.

Quieter now.

Watchful.

Waiting.

And for the first time in centuries—I feared it.

Not because it might consume me.

But because of what it might take from me.

Her.

“Please, Raven. No more holding back.”

She was begging me, and I could not refuse her.

If I was destined for damnation, then she was coming with me—and for the first time in my long, lonely existence, I embraced hope.

Chapter 22-Serena

Is this really happening right now?

Fuck.

Oh God.

Yes.

This is really happening.

Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—yes.

We came at each other like starving beasts.

Lips met hard.

Hands gripped and caressed.

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