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“Get some sleep. In the morning, we get married.”

“Married?” I lift an eyebrow. “Why the rush?”

“Because tomorrow we go to war.”

CHAPTER 35

BEAST

“This fucking ends now.”

I pound my fist against the table, and the vibration rattles up my arm.

I’ve just told my club brothers about the death house. About the three dead college kids. About the crystal-blue eyes staring lifelessly out at nothing.

About the Psycho I left dead in an alleyway.

A heaviness hangs in the air. The atmosphere is thick with rage and a thirst for action.

When I rode through the shadowy streets this morning, I didn’t have proof it was the Psychos bringing the fake phantasia into St. Bon. The stuff I found on the Psycho I killed isn’t enough. I needed more.

But when I arrived back at the clubhouse, Bram handed me some new intelligence he’d uncovered throughout the night, and now I know exactly what our next step needs to be.

Unfortunately, there is only a small window of time to take it. Meaning, I have to wait until all the pieces are in place.

Venom twists and turns inside of me. I want this fucking done now.

I clench my fingers around the gavel and slam it down to bring a close to Church.

I should call off the wedding.

But once we take action, we can expect retaliation.

And if war is coming, then I want Belle by my side as my old lady.

Right where I can protect her.

CHAPTER 36

BELLE

Somehow I managedto fall asleep after Beast dropped the wedding bomb on me last night. Now, it’s late morning, and I’m feeling disorientated and groggy as I wake up from a deep, dreamless sleep.

I’m alone. Beast didn’t stick around when he got back. I don’t know what happened when he was called away. But whatever it was, it rattled him. I could see it on his face and in his eyes when he returned. He was haunted.

Yawning, I push my palms into my eyes and try to push through the fog of sleep.

Am I really getting married today? Or did I dream our conversation?

Feeling murky, I take a shower and get dressed, then slide on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before tying my hair into a messy bun.

I want to find Mya and the other club girls. I’ve seen clubhouse gossip in action, and if I want information I just need to talk to them.

But when I leave the bedroom, I find my husband-to-be walking along the hallway toward me. He’s scowling and his dark brows are pulled in with deep concentration. He’s preoccupied, and I feel my stomach tingle with anticipation.

He stops when he sees me. “I was coming to find you. It’s time to get ready.”

“Ready?”

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