Thorne duval
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Thorne’s mind was a storm of thoughts. He hadn’t slept for days, and it showed in the dark circles under his eyes. But sleep didn’t matter right now. What mattered was finding his sister.
Liana was missing. Taken from him. And Thorne had no clue who had done it.
He stood in front of his desk, his hands gripping the cold wood, feeling like he might snap it in half if he kept squeezing. He was angry—angry in a way he’d never been before. The people who took Liana were playing with fire, and they were about to get burned.
Thorne had spent weeks staring at the same files, the same empty leads. But today, something was different. Today, he was done waiting.
His fingers tapped against the side of the desk. There was too much silence. Too much uncertainty. And he hated it. Every moment that passed without knowing where she was, or what had happened to her, made his stomach twist tighter.
He turned, walking to the large window that overlooked the city below. The sky was still dark, the streets below quiet, but it felt like the world was pressing in on him. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to think through the frustration clouding his mind.
Where is she? Who did this?
The truth hit him like a punch to the gut—this wasn’t random. Someone had planned it. Someone powerful. He had to admit it to himself: whoever had taken Liana was connected to a larger world, a dangerous world he had spent his whole life avoiding.
But he was done running.
Thorne’s hand went to the drawer of his desk, pulling it open. His fingers closed around the cold metal of his revolver. He hadn’t touched it in years, but now, it felt like the only thing that could bring him control.
Just then, his phone buzzed, breaking through his thoughts. He picked it up without looking at the caller ID.
“Thorne,” a low voice spoke through the phone. “I’ve got something.”
Thorne’s heart jumped, but he kept his voice steady. “Tell me.”
“It’s about Liana,” the voice continued. “I know where she is.”
Thorne’s pulse raced. “Where?”
The man’s voice was quiet but urgent. “She’s at the vampire estate.”
The words hung in the air for a moment. The vampire estate. Thorne’s mind raced. The vampires. The place that had always been a shadowy, dangerous mystery. They were involved in this somehow. And his sister—his innocent sister—was stuck in the middle of it.
His jaw clenched. “I’m on my way,” he growled.
Without wasting another second, he ended the call. Thorne’s eyes locked onto his reflection in the window. He looked different now—more dangerous. The game had changed. He wasn’t just going to find Liana. He was going to make them pay for taking her.
He stormed out of his office, each step filled with purpose. There was no turning back now.
The vampires won’t know what hit them.
He stormed out of his office, each step filled with purpose. There was no turning back now.
The vampires won’t know what hit them.
Thorne’s mind was focused, laser-sharp as he walked down the long, dimly lit hallway. His fists clenched at his sides, his thoughts racing. Every moment, every second, felt like it was drawing him closer to something inevitable. Something he couldn’t escape.
He was done playing by their rules.
For too long, his sister Liana had been at the mercy of vampires—trapped, hidden away like some prized possession. They thought they controlled everything. But they had no idea what they were dealing with. Thorne wasn’t just a man with anger and a desire for revenge—he was the storm they never saw coming.
His footsteps echoed off the stone floors, the sound loud in the stillness of the mansion. As he neared the door that led to the courtyard, he could feel his pulse quicken. He was almost there.
Thorne wasn’t sure who had given the vampires their arrogance, but he intended to strip it from them, piece by piece.
The night air hit him as soon as the door opened, a rush of coolness against his heated skin. The courtyard spread out before him, bathed in the pale light of the moon. He didn’t hesitate as he crossed it, heading straight toward the stables where he knew his horse was waiting. His mind was clear, but the weight of what he was about to do pressed on him like a boulder.
When he reached the stables, the stablehand quickly stepped aside. Thorne didn’t need to exchange any words with him. His horse, a dark stallion, was already saddled and ready.
In one swift motion, Thorne mounted the horse and spurred it forward. The animal broke into a gallop, its hooves thundering against the ground. The wind whipped through his hair, the world blurring around him. But nothing could drown out the thoughts in his head—the thoughts of Liana.
He’d find her. No matter what it took.
His plan was simple: get to the heart of the vampire estate. Face the council. If it meant bloodshed, so be it.
As Thorne rode through the night, memories of Liana flashed in his mind—her laugh, her voice, the way she would light up the room when she smiled. His heart twisted in his chest. He’d failed her once before, and he wasn’t about to let that happen again.
The vampire council had underestimated him, and that would be their mistake.
The stables were far behind now. His eyes were fixed on the distant horizon where the estate sat, looming like a dark fortress. Thorne didn’t slow down. He wouldn’t stop until he had answers—and until he had Liana back.
But as he rounded a corner of the dense forest that surrounded the estate, something caught his eye in the distance.
A flicker of movement.
Someone was watching him.
Thorne immediately reined in his horse, the animal’s hooves skidding to a halt as he scanned the shadows. His pulse quickened. Whoever it was, they were too far away to make out clearly, but he could feel their presence. A chill ran down his spine.
Without thinking, Thorne slid off the horse, his feet hitting the ground silently. He moved into the darkness, his every step calculated, careful. The last thing he needed right now was to be followed.
He was no stranger to danger, but being followed in this territory... that was different. Vampires didn’t make mistakes.
The sound of footsteps—deliberate, slow—was all he needed to hear before he darted behind a thick tree, crouching low to the ground. His breath was shallow, and his senses heightened. He couldn’t let this slip. Not now.
As the figure drew closer, Thorne’s grip tightened on the hilt of his blade. He wasn’t afraid, but he couldn’t afford to be reckless.
The figure stepped into view, their face barely visible beneath a hood. But there was something about the way they moved, something... familiar.
His heart skipped a beat.
Liana.
Thorne’s breath caught in his throat.
But before he could take a step forward, the figure whipped around and vanished into the trees, disappearing like a ghost.
No.
Thorne was on his feet in an instant, chasing after the fleeting shadow. But the night swallowed her whole, and no matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t catch up.
He stopped, panting for breath. There was no sign of her.
Had he just imagined it?
His hand clenched around the hilt of his sword, frustration building inside him. Was it Liana? Was she trying to lead him somewhere? Or had he been lured into some kind of trap?
He could feel his heart racing, the pulse of uncertainty surging through him. Something was off.
And then, through the trees, he heard it.
A whisper.
“Thorne... help me...”
Liana’s voice.
His blood ran cold.
He didn't hesitate. He took off running, his mind set on one thing only.
Finding her.
But as he ran deeper into the woods, the path seemed to twist and shift. The trees closed in around him, and everything felt wrong.
The whisper came again, but this time it was different. Faint, distorted, like an echo of a memory.
“Thorne, you're too late.”
Thorne froze.
Too late?
His heart plummeted.
And just like that, the darkness around him deepened.
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