All Chapters of sex in death : Chapter 51 - Chapter 52

The white light didn't fade so much as it dissolved, leaving us standing in the middle of a city that felt like a graveyard made of glass and iron.​This wasn't the manor. It wasn't the laboratory. It was a massive, sprawling metropolis that sat at the edge of a grey, motionless sea. The buildings were tall and jagged, their windows reflecting a sky that stayed a permanent, bruised purple. There were no cars, no people, and no sound except for the rhythmic pulse of the waves.​"This is the Source," Julian whispered, his voice echoing off the cold stone walls of the alleyway where we had landed. "The city Silas built from the remains of the First Life."​I sat up, my head spinning. I looked at my wrist. The skin was smooth and pale. No violet eye. No black thorn. I felt lighter, but there was a hollow ache in my chest where the Scythe used to burn.​"Is it gone?" I asked, my voice trembling. "The power... is it finally dead?"​Julian knelt beside me. He looked human—exhausted, bruised,