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Olivia woke up in the hospital.The world smelled different when Olivia woke up.Not like smoke. Not like blood. Not like old magic waiting to swallow her whole. The air felt clean, almost painfully clean, as if the universe had been wiped and rewritten.She blinked slowly.White ceiling. Soft light. A hospital monitor beeping steadily next to her bed. A thin blanket over her legs. For a second she didn’t move, didn’t breathe, because her brain expected pain, fire, or the echo of some ancient curse binding her to another life.But there was nothing.No burning under the skin.No voices from past selves whispering orders.No visions of death or rebirth looping endlessly.Just quiet.Just her.She exhaled all at once, shaky and relieved.She had survived the silver fire.And more importantly, she had survived as only one person.Footsteps rushed down the hallway. A voice shouted, “She’s awake! Olivia’s awake!”She didn’t recognize the voice, but she recognized the panic. The door slamm

Olivia didn’t sleep that night. Not really. Her body was exhausted, but her mind spun in a dozen directions at once.She wasn’t human. Not legally, not genetically. Not biologically. Not in the eyes of the Court of Shadows. And apparently, not in the eyes of the people who now wanted her gone, or controlled.The revelation had spread like wildfire within the upper echelons of power. By morning, the global networks of influence were already in motion. Corporations, intelligence agencies, rogue factions, everybody who had something to gain or lose from her existence had made their move.She sat in the corner of her penthouse, her daughter asleep in the other room. The city skyline stretched out, calm and ordinary, but Olivia felt every vibration beneath the streets, every ripple in the networks. She had survived the temple, survived Jessica’s legacy, survived merging all her past selves into one. But this was something different. This was the world realizing she existed, and everyone wh

The night felt heavier than usual, like the air itself was leaning on Olivia’s shoulders. The estate was quiet. Too quiet. Every hallway carried an echo that didn’t belong to the living.She walked slowly, barefoot, feeling the cold marble through her skin. Her heart kept beating too loudly, thudding like someone knocking on a sealed door inside her chest.The whisper came again.“Olivia…”Soft. Thin. Older than memory.She froze.“Not tonight,” she whispered. “Please… not tonight.”But the whisper only grew clearer, drifting through the corridor like steam.“Come to me.”Olivia closed her eyes. “Mother?”A breeze brushed her cheek even though the windows were shut. Cold. Intentional. Like something that knew her.She swallowed hard, grabbed the banister, and steadied herself.This wasn’t a dream.This was visitation.This was bloodline.The whisper guided her toward the east wing, an area she rarely entered anymore. Too many memories. Too many shadows. But tonight, the air tugged her

Olivia woke before dawn.The house was silent, but her body wasn’t. Her heartbeat thumped too loud, too strong, like her blood had switched into a higher gear. She sat up slowly, palms pressed to her stomach. A strange warmth pulsed beneath her skin, not pain, not sickness. Something else. Something alive.She tried to breathe, but every inhale felt too sharp.This can’t be real.But the instinct, the whisper under her ribs, was firm.Something had changed.She pushed out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and flicked on the light. The brightness made her blink hard. Her reflection stared back, pale skin, dark circles, eyes too bright. She looked haunted and electric at the same time.Her fingers shook as she opened the cabinet.She didn’t have to look for long. The tests were right where she’d thrown them weeks ago, when she thought missing her cycle was just stress. She grabbed one. Then another. Then all of them.Minutes passed like years.When the last test changed color, Olivia sat

Ethan arrived at the abandoned greenhouse five minutes before midnight.The structure stood like a skeleton against the moon. Broken glass. Twisted metal. Overgrown vines choking every beam. The kind of place where secrets grow faster than plants.He hated that he was here.He hated what desperation had driven him to do.But Olivia was unraveling.The child was coming.And every power faction on the planet was already circling like wolves.He had no leverage.No allies.Nothing except a woman he had buried twice… and who refused to stay dead.Jessica.He stepped inside. The air was damp and cold. Leaves rustled in the dark, though there was no wind. His pulse hammered.“Jessica,” he called out. “I’m here.”Silence.Then, A soft laugh.Low.Smooth.Predatory.She stepped out from the shadows wearing black silk, her hair cascading in dark waves, her smile dangerous.“Ethan,” she purred, “you came running the moment I called. I’m touched.”“I didn’t come for you,” he said, jaw tight. “I