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“Go! Now!” I snap. “And know if you lie to me, I will shoot you in the fucking head!”

The two of us take off in a sprint, with my heart pounding inside my chest.

What if I don’t make it? What if it’s too late?

“Abigail!” I shout as we round the corner, seeing a singular guard standing in the hallway.

I fire three shots before he even has a chance to pull his from his belt.

…And then all the lights go out.

Epilogue

ABBY

Four Weeks Later

Forcefully I throw Roman against the old oak door, which rattles and groans against his weight.

He smirks at me.

“Abigail,” he says, drawing out my name in that husky tone he knows I like.

“Roman.”

“If you wanted—”

But the words die in his throat, and his entire body freezes.

“Nothing to say, Sweetie?” I say, smiling up at him, holding my arm steady.

He swallows sharply, the obsidian Antonov dagger digging into his skin as a small stream of blood runs down his neck.

I have to fight the urge to lick it.

My hormones and cravings have been absolutely wild, and I’m pretty sure I’m carrying a vampire at this point.

But I’ve grown tired of our games these past few weeks, and so I’ve been carefully planning this moment as he slept.

The moment when my precious King let his guard down.

His business trip to Vegas was the perfect cover.

“While this certainly has been fun,” I whisper, watching the blood seeping into his crisp white shirt collar. “I’m tired of waiting.”

With each word I watch as his face pales, his lust melting slowly into fury as he fights to hold his body in place.

We both know if he moves too fast, this blade will shred his skin like paper, and he’d be dead faster than he could draw that gun of his.

“Why?” He asks, his voice pained.

“Why not? You certainly made it easy,” I smile, stepping forward and pressing my body into his, “So very easy. I just had to play the long game.”

With my left hand, I slowly stroke his face, before running the other down his body and reaching behind him to grab the handle. With a quick twist he falls backwards through the doorway unable to catch himself.

“Abigail…why?” He questions, crawling away from me before hitting the back of the pew chairs.

“Because you took too fucking long,” I snap at him, fighting the smile that’s begging to unleash itself.