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My mouth curls into a smile, but on the inside, I break, my emotions spilling free. To never look on her face again, to never feel her warmth, to never hear her laugh destroys me. And in its place, fury builds over me, swallowing me. I ball my hands at the thought that Mad will do everything to take her away from me.

“I refuse to believe we won’t make it out,” Meira says, and it takes me a few moments to roll the wordbelieveover in my mind for it to finally settle into my thoughts. For so long, I’d been that person that convinced the pack members we were safe in this compound. To have faith in me and believe their future is secure from the zombies. But little did I know, the true enemy was in my ranks this whole time.

I shift my gaze to Meira’s beautiful face, which I’ve memorized, every line, every curve, every color. She’s a painting in my mind I will never forget. “You’re right, gorgeous. We will get out of this.”

I take a seat and listen to her as she tells me about her rescuing Lucien and Bardhyl, her diversion with the undead, and even some strange zombies that seem to follow her. Which is unusual in and of itself, but I can only imagine it has something to do with her still being immune to the undead.

Her voice calms the beast inside me bursting to go ballistic at being locked up.

Everything about her is addictive. She smells so good, like the fresh meadow on a spring morning. I crave to feel her body pressed against me, her soft breasts, her long legs wrapped around me, the fire between her thighs. I miss her terribly. We may share the same room, but she’s too far away.

I want out of his fucking prison now!

When I meet her gaze, an ache reflects inside them. She senses my agony and suffers herself from the hellhole we’ve all fallen into since Mad started playing his games.

This will end with blood. His and mine. I won’t go down without taking him with me.

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