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“Plato’s photte is dead. Ignatius interrupted my thoughts. His piercing gaze caught mine in the rearview

mirror. I turned mutely to look at my mate.

Ignatius drove recklessly, pressing his foot to the gas pedal with herce urgency, one hand gripping the

wheel, the other relentlessly dialing Plato’s number agam.

We swerved outside our house and I leapt out of my seat before the car load even stopped moving My

heart damping wildly in my chest, I threw open the front door, calling for my children with barely

concealed panic.

“Elias Amelie” The house was silent and my heart seizes up. “Plato”

Renatras sudestepped from behind me. launching himself up the stairs to check the bedrooms with a

fearsome primal drive

I made my way through the downstairs area, checking all of the twins favorite hide-and-seek spots. The

cupboard under the sink was empty. As was the broom closet and the trunk at the foot of the stairs.

“Ehas, Amelie!” I threw open the door to my studio, fear bubbling up my throat when my cries echoed

back, unanswered. Where are you!”

“Dorothy”” fignatius’s yell had me barreling up the staircase, bursting into the children’s playroom

behind him.

Inside. I saw Plato. He sat in the center of the room, his knees curled to his chest. The shutter donned

a black eye and a bleeding hip and he refused to lift has eyes to face us. “You’re too line”

What are you talking about. Plato? Ignatius stooped to shake the stricken man by the shoulders

aggressive in his fear and fury. “Where are the twins?

Plate looked up suddenly and his eyes rolled back in his head. I swallowed a shriek at the sight of the

bloodshot white that filled his sockets

“A message for Ignatius Armoundt. it was Plato speaking, but the words sounded jarring and

monotonous, like the robotic voice of an answering machine. It was as if someone was using his b*dy

like a vessel, a living megaphone. “If you’il like to get your children back intact, give up your post as

Bielke Alpha’

Ilutched a hand to my chest, unable to swallow the audible gasp of pain that escaped my lips Ignatius’s

shoulder twitched at the sound of it. He grabbed Plato by the neck of his shirt, lifting him off his feet in a

violent rage born from a father’s tear and love

“Where are they Plato? What have you door with our children?”

Seemingly undeterred by the rough handling, Plato the pupper continued speaking in the same,

droning tone. It was a sound that made my skin crawl, hearing a friend who was usually so expressive

sounding like a pull-string doll

But it was what he was saying that terrified me the most

“Announce your resignation and your children will be delivered back into your care. You and your family

will then be hanshed from Bielle territory along with all who remain loyal to you.”

Ignatius was shaking in outrage, for pricking through his skin as he grew more monstrous in form.

Plato’s shirt began to tear. and his legs swayed in the air, stiff like a hanged man.

“Refusal is not advised” Plato croaked like a mechanical tin man “Failure to comply with these

demands will result in the

ately death of your children You have until midnight”

My guttural cry of anguish shook the rafters and I pressed a list to my teeth, shaking my head frantically

My deepest fears were being realued, the same fear that had chatched my heart in a cold fist the

moment I had felt our children move inside

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For a brief moment, at the sound of my outburst. Plato’s eyes seemed to focus again and he locked

onto me. “Oh god, Dorothy, you were right. The dreams. I should have realized: I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

But just as suddenly as he had taken back control, it was wrenched from him again by some unseen

force, and he spasmed and jerked in Ignatius’s grasp.

“Your children will be bitten.” Plato cackled mercilessly, his pupils swimming in sockets full of blood as

the vessels in his eyes burst. “By now you have seen the fate of those bitten by House Lethia! A

torturous slow death-

Plato’s rambling was cut short with a sickening thump as Ignatius punched him hard and he dropped to

the ground like a rag doll.

“Don’t. Ignatius” I rushed forward to clutch his forearm as he braced his knuckles to shatter Plato’s jaw.

“Can’t you see? He’s under some kind of mind control.”

“Our children are gone Dorothy!” He turned his rage on me, flinging his arm from my grasp and

unraveling before my eyes, “They have Elias! Amelie..”

He sank to his knees at the thought of our daughter, his voice cracking as he said her name I caught

him as he dropped. cupping my arms around him as he unleashed a violent sob over my shoulder. His

hands fisted at my hack, gripping the Jabric of my shirt with shaking fingers.

have to do it,” he whispered incredulously, clutching me to his chest so rightly, I feared Imight break a

few ribs

“I have to step down?

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