𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀 #𝟣 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓈 ↬ The future looks grim for Darien Valentine.
After being betrayed by his best friend, Darien's thirst for vengeance leads him on a murderous rampage, targeting members of the vampire council who threaten his fam...
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My gaze tore toward the mountain of drugs.
"Noah," Madrick growled.
He wanted me to move towards him so we could teleport out. We had seconds, at best, but there was no fucking way on this earth that I was leaving this hotel room nearly sober. I turned towards the drugs, piling the white dust manically into bags, while Madrick teleported towards me. The door flew open in my peripheral vision, followed by the sound of gunfire as Madrick's familiar, stronghold wrapped around me, along with that tingly feeling of being teleported to another location.
We landed awkwardly in the dirt, tumbling over each other in a wrangled mess.
In a haze, I noticed the clear satchel bag that had spilled open, leaving contents of white dust all through the mud. On my elbows and knees, I crawled, dragging my nose through the dirt and inhaling whatever the fuck was left. With a dazed smile, I rolled onto my back, riding the remains of that blissful high. The world was slow in the way it moved–I noticed Madrick spinning in threes as my eyes rolled back into my skull and then movement in my peripheral vision. The gunfire didn't surprise me, but I was still lost in that golden euphoria as I heard him yell my name.
