KESTER.

Ever wondered why horror hits differently at night?

Of course you fucking haven’t.

But I’ll tell you for free.

It’s the thrill.

The fucking fear.

The blood.

The darkness.

And the screams… God, the fucking screams.

They echo louder. They mean more. They feed something inside.

See, night strips you down. Turns the hunter into a goddamn beast. Turns the prey into something worth chasing.

And right now?

I am not Kester. That man died the second my mate screamed through that screen.

I am what you birth when you break something sacred. This is the part where the devil prays I never catch up.

Because horror thrives at night.

And I just became its fucking god.

you’ve

is a

This?

void. A nuclear

what I see?

Kex…

He’ll beg for death and scream

he never

them. One by one. And when they don’t come,

now, let’s hear how loud Wes

fingers over the weapons displayed on the small table

Chapter 375

my skin was burning. I couldn’t tell if it was the

too loud in here or if I had just become overly sensitive. Perhaps it was Zeth, who

control. No. I also wanted to be a part of this. So, we both agreed we’d share partial control while

brother–in–law?” I came to a stop in front of Wes, tilted my head, and smiled down at him. He was already sweating like a pig at

gagged and tied to the chair with reinforced silver cuffs. His eyes were wide like he just realized hell

room to have, and my men did a perfect job. Now I felt like the villain in

I leaned in, just enough to feel his

did you say?

you’d prefer

again and

“The table it is!” I said cheerfully, waving two

behind the

I could

in all those videos they made

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