LOGINš±ļøSammyš±ļøI still canāt believe he was truly gone even after one full year of his death, and the fact that Iām now king and done with college while Jayden is still in school, mostly home-schooled, is something Iām still adjusting to. Some days it hits me like a punch in the chest, that Victor isnāt going to walk into the room with that smug smile of his, teasing both of us, or reminding me that I still canāt beat him at chess no matter how many times I try. And yet, here we are, running the entire supernatural world together, carrying his memory like a torch that never dims, making sure his sacrifice wasnāt wasted.Jaydenās been incredible through all of it, though, showing a strength I never knew he had. Every time we meet with rulers from different kingdoms, I can see him learning, observing, adapting, and somehow managing to stay compassionate while wielding a power most people couldnāt even dream of controlling. The way he talks to them, the way he listens to the citizens, itā
š±ļøJaydenš±ļø āDo you want me around, or should I come over with your dada?ā The voice on the phone was calm, familiar, and strong, and I could feel the weight of concern in every word. I wiped the fresh tears from my cheeks, trying to straighten my back, trying to pull myself together. I forced a smile even though it felt fragile, shaky at best. āPapa⦠Iām supposed to rule a world. I have to be a man⦠a boy who still needs his papa and dada canāt rule,ā I said, my voice carrying the conflict I felt inside. There was a pause on the other side, and then his warm, steady voice cut through the fog of my grief. āAnd who said that, son? My son is a very strong man. He can do anything he sets his mind to. You think ruling is just sitting on a throne? No, son. Itās being patient. Itās knowing when to speak and when to listen. Itās understanding your people, even when your heart aches for someone youāve lost. You are strong, Jayden. Donāt let grief make you forget that.ā I swallowed hard, t
š±ļøJaydenš±ļø āBaby, you need to eat something.ā Sammyās voice was soft but steady, though I could see the edge of pain behind it. He was trying not to break, trying not to crumble in front of me, but I knew him too well. I could see it in his eyes, that familiar storm he always fought to hide. I shook my head slowly, my hands trembling as I clutched the blanket tighter around me. āDo⦠do you know how he⦠how he died?ā I asked, keeping my voice as calm as I could, though the tremor betrayed me. It felt impossible to ask, even now, but I needed to know. The night⦠last night had been ours. It had been perfect, full of warmth and closeness, and I had woken this morning to a pain in my chest and a hollow ache in my neck. I had thought it was normal after everything but now the truth pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. Sammy swallowed hard. āItās⦠itās been a full month, Jayden.ā His words were careful, deliberate. āA full month since that night. You were⦠in a sleeping state. You
š±ļøJaneš±ļøI had been watching him for what felt like forever. The hospital room had been my world for a month, and he had been trapped in a deep sleep the whole time. Every single day, Iād sit there, barely blinking, barely breathing, just staring at him. Just waiting for him to open his eyes. My heart had been aching, my chest tight with worry, every second feeling like I was losing him all over again.And then, finally, he moved. His eyelids fluttered, and the color in his eyes returned slowly, like the sunrise chasing away a long, bitter night.āJaneā¦āHis voice was faint, broken, but it was enough to undo me. Tears I had been holding back for weeks spilled over, hot and relentless, running freely down my cheeks. My hands shook as I reached toward him, needing to touch him, to make sure he was real.āYou crying, Jane?ā His lips curved into a small, sleepy smile. And that smile⦠it shattered me further, because it was him, finally, here, alive. My tears flowed even faster.āYou loo
š±ļøSammyš±ļø I tried so hard not to cry. Goddess knows I tried. But the tears kept coming anyway. They slipped down my face quietly at first, then faster, like my body had completely ignored the command my brain kept giving it to stop. I wiped my face roughly with the back of my hand and stared at the ground again, hoping maybe if I blinked enough times the scene in front of me would somehow change. It didnāt. The smell of burnt stone and smoke still filled the air. The massive building that once stood proudly in the middle of the council grounds was nothing but a destroyed skeleton now. The walls had collapsed inward, the windows were shattered, and everything inside looked like it had been swallowed by hell itself. Fire had done its job well. Too well. Around the ruins were the remains of bodies that the rescue teams had already tried to collect. Most of them were nothing but burnt bones and ash at this point. I stared at them without blinking. My chest tightened again. So
š±ļøJaydenš±ļø Pain. That was the first thing I felt before my mind even caught up with reality. Not the normal kind of pain either. This wasnāt the soreness from training too hard or the dull ache you get after reading all night. This felt different, deeper, like something inside my chest was being squeezed by invisible hands that refused to let go. My eyes snapped open. I sucked in a sharp breath. āAh~~~ā The sound left my throat before I could stop it, rough and shaky like my lungs had forgotten how to breathe properly. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. One beat. Two. Three. Each one felt wrong. Too heavy. Too painful. My hand immediately shot to my chest, fingers pressing against the spot like that would somehow stop whatever the hell was happening inside me. āJayden?ā The voice beside me sounded strained. I turned my head slowly and saw Sammy sitting up beside me on the bed. His hair was messy, his breathing uneven like he had just woken up from the same
š±ļøJaydenš±ļø This is insane. Completely fucking insane. I have no control over my blood anymore, and worse than that, no control over the things I can make happen without even meaning to. It is like something inside me woke up and decided I am just along for the ride. I keep replaying it in my hea
š±ļøJaydenš±ļø āI donāt like this.ā Alexandra said it the moment she dragged me into her room and shut the door behind us, cutting off the stairs, the noise, and everyone else like she needed space to breathe before she exploded. āLike what,ā I asked, genuinely confused as I rubbed the back of my n
š±ļøJaydenš±ļøBy the time we reached the bottom of the stairs, the house no longer felt like home.My parents were seated in the living room, stiff and tense, the way people sit when they are trying very hard not to panic. Uncle James was kneeling on the floor beside Victor, sleeves rolled up, finge
š±ļøSammyš±ļøI went upstairs after telling Jaydenās family not to worry, that I would check on him. I thought I was prepared. I was not. What I walked into was something I still cannot fully explain, not with logic and not with calm.The way he pinned me to the door stole the air from my lungs. God,







