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“You’re gonna get what you want tonight, Sophie.”

He rips at my nightdress; I scream against his hand, bringing my knee sharply up, his grunt telling me it connected with his cock.

I shove him hard; his hand falls, and I scream so loud it could shatter the glass at my feet. Then I run for the door.

He recovers fast and slams me hard against the wooden frame, my head connecting with the corner, dazing me in the process.

I stumble, he grips my waist, hurling me to the door, my back cracking against it, his arms pinning me on both sides.

He leans in, his mask threatening, his eyes burning into mine.

“You belong to me, Sophie. I see you flirting with men all over town. It’s got to stop.”

His hands drift under my nightgown, connecting with my skin, and he presses his hard cock against my pussy, only the fabric of his jeans between us.

“Soon, my darling. I am preparing your room. I will take you home and you will never leave.”

His hand is hard against my mouth. I can’t speak, merely grunt, and he pushes in hard, his eyes dancing with madness as he whispers, “We will be together soon. First, I will prove my love. Giovani touched you. He never will again.”

Tears pour from my eyes as he stares deep into them, shaking his head slowly.

“You have no reason to fear me, Sophie. I am your destiny; we are soulmates.”

A loud thump on the door causes him to freeze, and Maria yells, “Miss Clere, are you alright in there?”

Panic fills his gaze, and he hisses, “Tell her you are. Send her away.”

I shake my head, his hand hard against my mouth.

He relaxes his hold, and I bite down hard on his hand, causing him to release it. I scream, Maria tries the door, and he hits me. A loud crack on the side of my head, a moment’s pain and then oblivion.

* * *

I must have fallen to the ground because when I come around, the door is pushing against my body that lies slumped in front of it.

For a moment I don’t remember a thing, and then it all comes flooding back.

“Maria.” I sob, the pain in my head reminding me I was attacked, and as I crawl away, she pushes her way in, her cries of dismay mixing with my ones of pain.

“Madam! Oh my God, what happened?”

“Intruder.” I gasp as I point to the open window, and she wastes no time in running to the doors and pulling them tightly shut. She locks them, before lifting the phone, and calls for the cops. As I sit hunched on the ground of my bedroom, I have never been so afraid.

CHAPTER 12

ANGEL

Once again, I meet with my brothers in the crypt, urgent business calling us together.

I stare at the text on my phone and clench my fist.

The third message from Sophie is the most damaging.

She was attacked last night by one of the Angels. At least that’s what she believes.

Havoc snarls, “It must be the same man who murdered Giovanni. A stalker, perhaps.”

Titan agrees. “This is fucking weird shit, and he’s using our organization to hide behind.”