MasukChapter 185 Lucas' POVDamon had a faint smile on his face. That's what destroyed me most , it was heartbreaking and wrong, weak and fragile, almost peaceful, like he'd accepted something I refused to acknowledge. Like he was saying goodbye. His lips were pale, drained of color, and they curved upward just slightly at the corners as he struggled to breathe. Each inhale was a wet, rattling sound that made my chest constrict with terror. "Stay with me, Damon… stay with me," I begged, my voice cracking under the weight of panic I couldn't control anymore. The professional mask I always wore, the composed exterior I'd perfected over years — it was gone, shattered completely. "Don't you dare close your eyes. Look at me. Damon, look at me!" My hands pressed down hard on the wound, fingers splayed wide, trying to cover as much area as possible. But the blood wouldn't stop. It just kept coming, soaking through my fingers no matter how much pressure I applied, warm and terrifyingly stead
Chapter 184 Hannah's POV Everything happened in slow motion. The laughter, the bright lights, the music, all of it faded into a distant hum, like someone had turned down the volume on the entire world. One moment I was smiling at Lucas, my fingers brushing fake cobwebs off his sleeve, teasing him about how he had somehow managed to get them tangled in his hair too. His eyes were crinkled at the corners the way they did when he was genuinely happy, and I was thinking about how perfect this night had been despite everything we had been through. Then… BANG! The sound was deafening, monstrous, the kind that ripped through your chest and stole the air from your lungs. It was not like the fireworks we had been hearing all night — those were celebratory, distant, contained. This was violent, immediate, wrong in every possible way. The sound echoed through my bones, rattling my ribcage, making my ears ring with a high-pitched whine that drowned out everything else. I froze —
Chapter 183 Lucas' POV It happened in less than a second. One moment, we were laughing — Hannah's hand warm in mine, her fingers intertwined with my own, her smile glowing beneath the Halloween lights that cast everything in shades of orange and gold. She'd been mid-sentence, telling me some story about her childhood Halloweens at the orphanage, her eyes bright with the kind of joy I'd been fighting to restore in her for weeks. The sound of fireworks boomed overhead, children shrieked with delight somewhere nearby, and the air smelled like caramel apples and smoke. It was perfect. We were perfect. The next moment, Damon was suddenly in front of us, his face twisted with something I'd never seen before, pure, undiluted terror. His eyes were wide, wild, his mouth open in a shout I couldn't quite hear over the music and crowd noise. He was running, sprinting toward us with an urgency that sent ice shooting through my veins. I didn't understand why he was panicking. I knew somethin
Chapter 182 Damon's POV We had moved from the benches to the open field where the Halloween crowd was thickest with families with kids running around with glow sticks and candy bags, couples laughing and taking endless photos, fireworks booming above in bursts of red and gold that painted the sky. Street performers were doing fire acts, a band was playing somewhere to our left, and the energy should have been infectious, celebratory. It should've felt festive, alive, full of that particular magic that only Halloween nights can create. Instead, something about the night carried a weight I couldn't shake, a tension sitting heavy on my shoulders that I couldn't quite name or explain. Maybe it was the awkwardness with Piper still lingering in my chest like a bruise or it was just exhaustion from too many late nights and too much coffee. But something felt off, wrong in a way that made my instincts prickle with warning. My phone buzzed insistently in my pocket, breaking through my th
Chapter 181 Lily's POV The crowd was a blur of color and noise, music pulsing through the streets with a bass so heavy I could feel it vibrating in my chest, laughter echoing off buildings in waves of sound that should have felt joyful but only grated against my nerves, lights spinning in dizzying halos overhead, casting everything in alternating shadows and brightness. Halloween revelry at its peak, thousands of people celebrating, living, enjoying their perfect little lives. But none of it reached me. None of it mattered. My breath was slow, controlled, measured like I'd practiced in the mirror for hours. In for four counts, hold for four, out for four. My heartbeat was steady, rhythmic, like a ticking clock counting down to inevitability, to the moment I'd been planning for days, to the end of all this suffering. I adjusted the peacock mask on my face for the third time in as many minutes, feeling the cool silk press against my cheekbones, the elastic band pulling slightly
Chapter 180 Gavin's POV I knew there was something off, something fundamentally changed in Piper's demeanor the moment she saw Damon standing there in the crowd. It was in the way her smile faltered, not completely disappearing but losing its genuine warmth, becoming something more performative. t was in the way her voice softened almost imperceptibly, like air catching in her throat before words could fully form. It wasn't dramatic or obvious, not enough for most people to notice or comment on, but I did. I noticed everything when it came to her. The nervous swallow that made her throat work, the way she suddenly looked anywhere but directly at him, as if eye contact might betray something she wanted to keep hidden. And it told me everything I needed to know. So this was the man who was supposed to be my rivalry. I remembered seeing him once before, briefly, during that morning I'd driven to Piper's apartment building looking for Hannah and had encountered Piper and Damon, b







