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A door creaks, faint but unmistakable.

I freeze. My heart skips a beat. It’s close—too close. I inch toward the edge of the shower, careful not to make a sound. The bathroom door is still closed.

“Hello?” My voice comes out hoarse but strong.

Nothing.

“Hello?” I try again, louder. “Who’s there?”

Silence.

There’s no way I’m going to keep showering with someone lurking in the next room.

I grab a towel from the vanity, wrap it tightly around myself, and step out onto the cold tile. My pulse is steady but fast as I approach the door. I lean my ear against it. The faint clinking of what sounds like metal travels through the solid surface.

I lean back and bite my lip.

My instincts scream to stay in here—lock the door, wait, hide.

Cowering won’t get you answers.

Before I can reconsider my plan given the fact I’m only wearing a freaking towel, I throw open the door and shout, “Who are you?”

The young man standing next to the end table by the bed fumbles, dropping a fork and spoon with a loud clatter. His eyes widen before quickly lowering to the floor. His cheeks turn red. “Apologies, my lady. I didn’t think you’d hear me.”

The grip on my towel tightens, but I narrow my eyes, trying to look intimidating despite my lack of clothes. But before I can speak, I take in the man’s brown hair and submissive posture.

A thought hits me. “Do I know you?”

“No, my lady.” He keeps his head bowed. “I’m just a servant. Lord Adir asked me to bring you food.”

I study him closely, something about him pulls at my memory. He’s familiar, but from where?

He shifts his feet, still not looking up. “Is there anything else I can get you, my lady?”

I frown. “No… I’m okay.”

“Very well.” His posture slumps with relief. “Lord Adir will retrieve you in an hour. He requests that you rest until then.”

I open my mouth to ask how I’ll know when an hour has passed, but he bolts out of the room with unnatural speed before the words leave my lips.

I gasp.

He’s an Immortal.

A sickening realization floods over me. IknowI’ve seen that man before, and the fact that Adir’s servant has beenlurking around me confirms a terrifying truth. Despite what Thane and the others believed, I haven’t been safe—not in Maine or Greece.

Ever since the brothers crashed into my life and tossed me into the middle of their Immortal war, I’ve been in danger.

And now, I fear it’s only going to get worse.

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The ire waftingoff Adir’s rigid shoulders seeps into the room's air. It is stifling, ominous, yet… encouraging.

Anything that pisses off the Original makes me happy.

I sit in an oversized chair in the middle of the dim study, shrinking back into the plush cushions to avoid catching the Immortal’s attention.