LOGINSTACY (Final Chapter) The days after Jason’s death feel like walking through a storm that never ends. Grief comes in waves, sharp and endless, dragging me under until I can hardly breathe. Nights are the hardest. Liam curls into me, asking why lied to him. I finally told him the truth of what
After the burial ceremony, people drift away like leaves. It leaves room for things that need saying—hard decisions that want sunlight. Nate stands a step from me. His face is carved with exhaustion, and I watch his breath as though it could explain everything. “So, what next?” I say to him, the s
STACY I wake to the taste of iron and a grief so heavy it pins me to the mattress. For a moment I don’t know where my body ends and the dark begins. Then I remember the circle, the runes, and the fire—Jason’s face bright as a match just before the world went white. He’s not beside me. There is a
JASON. The circle resists everything we throw at it. Knight's claws rake across the glowing runes until sparks fly, Kael summons stormfire that burns hotter than any forge, Daniel hurls raw Alpha power that shakes the ground beneath us. Still, the barrier holds. And all the while, Stacy’s scre
Adrenaline slams through me, a flicker of life that makes the circle tense. The runes flare brighter, sensing their prey’s pulse in the earth. I try to call louder, but the circle chews at my chest with hunger. My limbs go light. I taste copper on my tongue. My vision swims silver at the edges. Fr
STACY Darkness tastes like iron and old rain. I wake to my throat raw, and my mouth packed with the tang of something bitter. The first thing I notice is the ropes biting into my wrists, a pressure across my chest like a hand that will not let go. The second is the light: a ring of fire, low and
JASON (Meanwhile near midnight) The engine roars beneath me, but I don’t hear it. All I can hear is her voice. “You are dead to both of us. Move your car.” I swallow hard and grip the steering wheel until my knuckles go bone-white. There’s a burn behind my eyes that I refuse to acknowledge
All the air leaves my lungs. “Sign it,” he says. “Give me back my freedom.” My voice cracks. “Jason… please don’t do this us. I can change. I can be better. I’ll never manipulate you again. Just give me another chance—” “No.” The word is quiet. Absolute. “I’ve given you more chances than you d
My heart punches against my ribs. You do know him. You do. Because that’s your father. But the words taste like poison on my tongue, and I can’t let them spill not like this. “He’s… just someone related to your father’s side of the family,” I say quietly, praying Liam doesn’t hear the lie in my v
“Good morning father?” Clara walks into the courtyard, elegant and smiling as ever. “What did I miss?” “Nothing important,” he says. The second the words leave his mouth, her smile tightens—just slightly. Not enough for anyone else to notice… but enough for me. Her eyes flick from him to me, c







