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"You already said that, Uncle Ares. Oops, I can't call you that anymore. No uncle would steal his niece's panties."

She hangs up before I can respond, and despite the depressing situation of the last few days, I feel lighter than I remember ever feeling before.

Oh, Serenity, what am I going to do with you?

First, stay away, the voice of reason warns.

However, I know it's too late. What I told her is true. We have crossed the forbidden bridge, and it will only get worse once she is among my family. Whatever happens, Serenity is ours.

The next day

The driver pulls into the garage of my building, but before he can get to my door to open it, I'm already outside. I don't like the feeling of anxiety, but that's exactly how I feel as I walk to the elevator.

I look at the dashboard, as if my mind can make it go faster. I took a shower during the flight because if we don't hurry, we will be late. Eleanor is a great person, but she hates us being late.

I reach out to touch the fingerprint ID to open her door but immediately recoil when I remember that this is Serenity's house and, here, I'm a guest. Either way, I feel pathetic ringing the doorbell.

I hear footsteps and a laugh, then seconds later, the door opens, but it's not Serenity who is in front of me. It’s a blond boy as tall as me: fucking Otis Schulz.

"What are you doing here?" I growl.

"Ares." Serenity appears behind his shoulder, a little awkwardly. "This is Otis. He just arrived in the United States. He wanted to surprise me. Otis, this is my guardian, Ares Kostanidis."

I step forward without waiting for her to invite me in and without looking away from him. "You wanted to surprise her? She might not have been home."

He shrugs without smiling. Like me, he doesn't seem very happy to see me. "I would have found something else to do. Manhattan is very nice."

“It's a shame she's leaving,” I say, approaching Serenity and placing a hand on the back of her neck. I feel her shudder, and the territorial son of a bitch in me is satisfied.

"Couldn't he come with us?" she asks.

"What?"

"Otis has to catch his flight back tonight."

"Did you come to the United States to see her just for one day?"

"She's worth it," the jerk says, giving Serenity a wink.

"Otis came to take a course. He's not in the country because of me. But yes, he came to see me in New York, even if just for a day. Do you think your brother's mother-in-law would mind another guest?"

Lie, the demon inside me says, but I can’t do that to Eleanor.

"No."

Serenity smiles, and I wonder why she doesn't show that enthusiasm for me. I was away for almost four days.

"You can come, but by cab," I tell him.

"What?" Serenity looks confused.

"You're coming with me on a motorcycle, Serenity. There is no room for discussion."

The Evil

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

I feelthe warm blood dripping down my thigh and through the fabric of my jeans. Only then do I realize that I’m holding the blade of the pocketknife I had been playing with while watching the entrance to my fiancée’s building, hoping to see her.

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