Chapter 281 – The Space Where She Should Be

Theo’s point of view They’ve all stopped searching. Sonia passed out on the couch in the war room an hour ago. Parker’s downstairs with a bottle of something strong, pretending to read. Marcus is pacing, but slower now—half-broken, like the rest of us. But I’m still here. At the fountain. Where she should be. The water keeps flowing like it didn’t watch her disappear. Like it wasn’t the backdrop for one of the worst moments of my life. Her blood is gone now—someone wiped it away. They said it was “too disturbing.” Too disturbing? Fuck them. She was right here. I close my eyes, pressing my palms to the cold stone. I replay it again. And again. Her face when she looked at me. The tremble in her hands. The way she didn’t cry out when he marked her. She just… stared at me. Like she already knew what was about to happen. I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve dragged her away, told her Aries and i loved her . But I didn’t. I stood there like a coward while she bled. And now the f

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Chapter 282 – Where the Dead Wait to Live

Rufus’s point of view She’s gone. I feel the moment the bond shatters, like glass crushed beneath the weight of fate. Britney. The last string tying me to the prophecy. To the plan. To the damn illusion that I might still win. Gone. I stumble against the edge of the stone table, jaw clenched, eyes unfocused. My throat burns with something I don’t recognize. Not grief. Not quite. Fury laced with the bitter tang of failure. The room dims for a moment. Or maybe it’s my vision. My mind racing too fast to hold on. I should’ve known she wasn’t strong enough. I should’ve bound her tighter. Given her more of the potion. More of me. I breathe through my teeth, slow and sharp. The silence in my mind—the absence where she used to echo like a trained songbird—gnaws at me. That empty space is worse than pain. It’s finality. “She’s dead,” I mutter aloud. “Just like the others.” The door creaks open behind me. I don’t turn. I already know who it is. Isabella. And, of course, Nathaniel

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Chapter 283 – The Line Has Gone Silent

Nathaniel’s point of view It snaps. Not like a rope torn under strain. Not like a clean cut of a blade. No. The bond doesn’t break that gently. It shatters—without warning, without mercy. My breath catches, my chest constricting so suddenly I stagger backward, gripping the edge of the desk to stay upright. “Eva,” I whisper. But she doesn’t answer. I reach for her instinctively, opening the connection with the same spell I’ve used a thousand times to feel her mind. Her warmth. Her chaos. Nothing. Just silence. Cold and absolute. “Eva!” I call again, this time not with magic, but with raw voice. As if shouting through the void might matter. It doesn’t. I can’t feel her. Not even a flicker of her soul. The room tilts. I’ve lived too long. Survived too much. But I’ve never felt this kind of fear. Not even when Rufus cursed our blood. Not even when I buried our mother. Because this? This means she’s somewhere I can’t follow. Yet. I whisper an incantation

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Chapter 284 – The Shore of Forgetting

Eva’s Point of View Warmth. It’s the first thing I feel as the light brushes across my face, soft and golden like a lover’s kiss. I blink, eyes adjusting to the brightness, and slowly sit up. The sheets are cool and crisp, the mattress beneath me firm but comforting. I look around. The room is bathed in sunlight, gently filtered through sheer white curtains that dance in the breeze. The walls are pale, almost ivory, and the furniture is simple—whitewashed wood, smooth lines, no clutter. A small vase with wildflowers sits on the windowsill. Everything feels peaceful. But I don’t. My heart beats a little faster as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. My bare feet touch the wooden floor, and something tightens in my chest. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know who I am. I walk slowly to the window, pulling the curtains aside. And then I freeze. Stretching out in front of me is an endless beach. The sand is soft and pale, the color of moonlight, and the waves roll in like a

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Chapter 285 – The House by the Sea

Author’s Note This chapter is dedicated to someone who meant allot to me—my dear friend Paris. He left this world too soon, and I still find myself reaching for words that don’t exist. But I do know this: he was the kind of person who made silence feel safe, who protected others without asking for anything in return, and who saw the best in people even when they couldn’t see it themselves. In this story, I’ve given his name to a character who carries the same quiet strength and steady heart. A leader. A father. A man shaped by loss, but not broken by it. A soul the sea itself would respect. Paris, this chapter is a small piece of the legacy you left behind—a way to keep you walking beside me, even now. I hope wherever you are, there’s sunlight on the water, and a gentle wind that reminds you how deeply you were loved. Thank you for being my friend, my anchor and a father when i needed you. Thank you for the laughs, the loyalty, and the light. You’ll always have a place