Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

I nod, signaling Griffin to follow me, and we walk towards my office down the hall, leaving Harley behind in the library. The hallway is bathed in warm, muted light from the overhead fixtures, with soft shadows stretching from the baseboards as we pass. The walls are adorned with framed abstract art, the kind that never seems to give anything away but still invites curiosity.

When we step into my office a few moments later, the space is cool, slightly dim, and filled with the sharp scent of rich mahogany and leather, which wraps around us. The glass windows behind my desk are still partially covered by heavy curtains, but the late afternoon sun is starting to spill through, casting horizontal bands of light across the floor and onto the dark wood of my desk.

Idon’t sit down immediately. Instead, I cross to my desk and grip the edge

e while my mind is already working a mile a minute.

Griffin sits down in one of the guest chairs, and his posture is rigid. The chair creaks slightly as he settles into it, his eyes scanning the room briefly before it lands back on me. He’s always been the picture of calm, but I know him well enough by now to recognize the tension that’s rippling beneath the surface. The air feels heavier now, charged with unspoken urgency.

“Holland came through with more intel,” Griffin says, diving straight into the matter. His voice is steady, but there’s an edge to it that matches the sharpness in the air. “Raven and Andras have been seen together multiple times in the last few months. We don’t know what they’re after yet, but they’re working together. There’s no doubt about it.”

1 stand still, processing his words, and stare unseeingly at the smooth surface of my desk, which almost glistens in the filtered sunlight. Raven and Andras. Two names from my past that I never thought would resurface, especially not together. They’ve always been dangerous as individuals. But in concert? Nothing good can come of them working as a collective.

“They’re after something.” I murmur, my voice low and almost lost in the silence of the room. “Something specific. My territory and my throne, most likely,”

Griffin nods, his gaze unwavering. His eyes flicker momentarily toward the window, catching a glimpse of the city’s skyline, before returning to meet mine, but his expression remains intense, sharp, as he says, “You’re right. But it’s not just about power anymore. We have reason to believe Harley’s involved in some way. Not directly, but she’s important to them. That’s the piece we’re missing”

His words hit me like a blow to the chest, and the stillness of the room is almost oppressive now. I can hear the sound of my heart beating in my ears, as the heavy thrum of blood rushes through my veins.

“What do you mean?” I ask, barely able to contain my rising infuriation.

“They know about her,” he answers, his voice steady, “Not that she’s your mate, but they know she means something to you. How they know, we’re still trying to figure out. But that’s what we have so far.”

The air feels like it’s thickening around me, and I take a step back, my hands gripping the edge of the desk again, the cool wood somewhat grounding me. My thoughts whirl in a violent storm, and the weight of Griffin’s Words presses down on me, suffocating me. I feel my muscles. tense involuntarily, and my fists clench as the fury begins to simmer just beneath my skin. “I’ll kill them both.”

Griffin’s gaze sharpens. “Not yet, Thane. We need more intel before we can make any moves. We don’t know enough about what they’re planning

and why.”

can feel the rage building inside me- -hot and intense–as it courses through my veins. The shadows in the room seem darker now, the contrast of the sunlight spilling through the window becoming more pronounced, casting strange, long lines of light across the floor.

“They’re playing a dangerous game,” I mutter, my voice a low growl. “They’ve underestimated me. And they’ve underestimated what I’m willing to do to protect what’s mipe.” The words leave my mouth with a quiet finality, and they hang in the air between us like a warning.

The silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating, and I can feel my fangs beginning to ache at the thought of anyone threatening Harley. The air an the room seems to grow colder, and I take a deep breath, my chest tight, The weight of everything–of the danger, of Harley’s

lvement -ig aroiling, and I feel the anger inside me—a living, breathing thing–clawing its way to the surface.

cheat is almost deafening urn to face Griffin, my eyes burning with unadulterated incense. “If they think they can use Harley to get to they’ve made a grave fucking mistake

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