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│ Surviving The End
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│Cast aside by a world that mistook her for infected, Aisha now sees the crumbling of humanity's reign over their miserable world. It's time for something new, som...
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When I woke next, the bed was empty.
The warmth was gone, and the soft snore had been replaced with voices—raised ones.
I sat up fast, heart pounding, the sheets falling off my shoulders.
The voices were coming from the front of the penthouse.
I moved quickly, bare feet silent on the floor as I crept toward the cracked doorway. I didn't breathe. I didn't blink.
One voice was Koda's—low, rough, agitated.
The other was unfamiliar.
"You're off territory again. For days. I've had scouts out looking for your sorry ass!"
The other voice was deeper. Controlled, but barely. It vibrated with power, with something that made the air taste electric.
Koda snarled back, "I don't answer to you, Drex."
"You disappear, act sketchy as hell, and show up smelling like blood and human—"
A pause.
"Where were you, Koda?"
I peeked through the door, just barely.
At the far side of the room, near the gaping window, stood a man.
No—not a man.
He was tall. Towering. Dreadlocks hung to his shoulders, thick and wild, like vines tangled in his fury. His skin was dark, his eyes gold-flecked and burning. Every inch of him radiated violence barely leashed.
He was beautiful in that terrifying way predators are beautiful.
And he was pissed.
Koda stood in front of him, barefoot, shirtless, mouth twisted into that same cocky smirk—but his stance was tight. Ready.
"You're smelling things that ain't your business," Koda said, voice low. "Back off."
