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Not just their necks. Needle marks and bruises cover their arms.

Fedor’s completely lost it.

And I was scared of Malec’s family?

Clearly, Fedor’s in the running for the damn ‘beast’ crown too. I hiss out a few curses, wondering if Orbit’s one of the girls huddled in the far corner. I have no idea what she looks like—she sounded young—but my eyes aren’t really searching for her.

They’re searching for Diana.

It’s hard to see their faces from up here. Maybe if I just—

“It’s not nice to peek on others…”

The voice startles me.

I lose balance. The table wobbles, and I shut my eyes, bracing for the fall.

But instead—two strong arms catch me.

I open my eyes… and instantly wish I hadn’t.

Ivan.

My heart seizes in my chest. I scramble clumsily out of his grip, every awkward motion making him grin wider.

“Did you bring me here? Or was it my fath—Fedor?” The words fly from my mouth before I can stop them.

Stupid, Roran.

I’m locked in a room. Alone. Withhim.

Is he going to kill me for running?

Did I humiliate him in front of everyone when I ran, and now he wants revenge?

He turns to face me fully. I take a step back, swallowing hard.

“Fedor?” he mocks, leaning in, fingers brushing over the pulse at my neck. “I think it’s time to give you your wedding present,wife.”

His voice is low, but his words drip like poison. I don’t dare look away.

Only when he straightens and tips his chin toward the door do I finally exhale. But then I see what he’s pointing at.

I let out a loud gasp, almost choking. Fedor’s head lies on the floor. Eyes bulged open, staring straight at me.

I turn away, gagging, bile burning my throat. My lungs won’t work.

He killed him.

And brought his head here… to frighten me? Threaten me? Their games never end.

I press my tied hands to my face, wet warmth sliding down my cheeks. I don’t even know why I’m crying. Iwantedthis.

“If I knewmy wifewould love it that much, I would’ve done it sooner,” he laughs.

That motherfuckerlaughs.

“What do you want from me?” My voice barely escapes. “You killed him. You don’t need me anymore.”