Conclave and Fire Night (Devil's Night #3.5 e 4.5)

“Do you know what a papal conclave is?”

DAMON

Will is gone. He hasn’t been seen in months, and the texts coming from his phone are almost certainly forged. Something’s wrong. We need to act now.

Michael is ready to tear down The Cove, Rika’s hiding something, Evans Crist is a threat, and Winter’s father is still out there.

Everyone is off in a million directions, and we’re vulnerable.It’s time to do this.

It’s time to claim our place.

RIKA

A few years ago, I never thought I’d be here. On board Pithom. Miles out at sea. At a table with Michael Crist, Kai Mori, and Damon Torrance—men I now consider family.

We’ve locked ourselves on this yacht for however long it takes to address our agenda, and we won’t leave until everything is on the table.

Even things I don’t want to talk about. Things Michael doesn’t know.

We will find Will. We will solidify our plans, and we will remove any threats.

If we survive Conclave.

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We've seen the Devil's Night crew get spooky. Now, let's see them get into the spirit...

The clock at St. Killian’s chimes as whispers float in the dark staircase above. Snow falls from the black sky beyond the windows, and candles glow--the flames lighting up the longest night of the year.

Devil’s Night isn’t the only holiday we celebrate. Tonight, we’re pulling on a different mask.

Some call it Midwinter.

Others call it Yule.

We call it Fire Night.

Erótico / Romance