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“Don'tworry,Blair.I'mcoming for you, my little obsession.Justhold on okay?Holdon a little longer.”Iwhisper to myself, hoping in some world it makes its way to her.Sheis my soul, and without herIam nothing.Anempty vessel.Icannot exist in a world without her.Takingaway someone's purpose and leaving them with nothing is asking for a war, and a war they will get.

Ilook around noticing the room has been cleared out of all bidders.Mygaze searches for something to tie him with butIonly come up with the bloodied rope.Thesound of the announcer fills the space again. “Thatconcludes the bidding ceremony forBlairStirling, twenty million from the gentleman in room thirteen.Yourprize will be delivered to your home by the end of today.”

Myblood starts pumping faster and the only thingIhear is the thumping of my pulse.Iglance once more atBlairas they wrap up announcements,Ineed to find her.Alongwith the only wordIhear whenIthink of her, a new mantra sounds in my head.

Kill.

Kill.

KILL.

Exitingthe room,I’mmet with a bulky and bald motherfucker heading towards me. “Hey, what're you doing?”Hequestions while beelining toward me.Anyounce of a pure heartIhad, left whenIsawBlair, beaten and bloodied on that screen.Withoutblinking,Ilift the gun and aim for his head.

KILL.

Thesound of the gun firing fills the hall as blood explodes around the bullet hole, spraying all over the walls.Hislifeless eyes are still on mine as he drops.

Good.Fucking.Riddance.

Thesepeople should have known better.Blairismine.Mylittle obsession.Andsomething they must have forgotten to consider about obsessions is that they consume you.Theyflood your being until your senses are filled with them, until there's nothing beyond the utter need for it.

Youlose control.Thechemicals in your brain are altered.Theobsession becomes the only purpose one has.It’ssad they didn’t take this into consideration, because without my little obsession?Theonly thing coursing through my veins is pure and absolute destruction.Fury.Thereisn't a single personIwon't kill, a single moveIwon’t make, a single lineIwon't cross, for my obsession.

Kill.

Mine.

Kill.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

EMMETT

Istepover the lifeless pile of bones, making sure to spit on him asIpass.Fuckthis guy.Fuckanyone who gets in betweenBlairand me.Everysingle soul in this building will die by my hand.Anyonewho chooses to stand in my way will die.

Thealarm system blares throughout the building, causing the hazard lights to flash.Fuck!Ishouldn’t have shot him, alerting everyone to the danger lurking was a mistake that could cost me.Butthe demon that was caged inside has broken free, and he's out for blood.

Surprisingly, no guards come barreling towards me.Instead,I’mmet with a quiet, empty hallway.Doorsline the hall and asIwalk down,Isee they’re numbered.

Ten…

Eleven…

Twelve…

Quickeningmy pace,Iwalk untilI’mstanding in front of room thirteen.Thisis the fucker who thought he could purchase my little obsession to satisfy his own sick desires.Boy, was this motherfucker wrong.

Turningthe doorknob,Iswing the door open and point the gun inside.Ifreeze whenIlook into the room and find it empty.Unableto waste a single second in my search forBlair,Iwalk further down the hall, whereI’mmet with nothing but a dead end.

Ipull out my phone and dialGrimm'snumber.Theringing seems like it goes on for an eternity before he finally picks up.

“What’sup, baby?”Hegreets.

“Grimm,Traviswas right.Jamesis kidnapping the students.They’vegotBlair;Ineed to find her.I’msending you my location.FindJamesand bring him to the shed behind his house.Waitfor me there,”Iinform him.

“Yes, sir.Howlong will you be?”Heasks, his tone steady, a contrast to my frantic state.

“I’mnot sure.ButGrimm, donotkill him.He’smine.”Idemand.