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He had seen this before, some echo of ruin that I was now carrying. “I made a choice,” I whispered. “To save you. To save all of us.” Riven exhaled a shaky laugh, more sorrow than humor. “You always do, sunshine. Even when it costs you everything.” The ground beneath us still pulsed with what we had unleashed. The circle of runes was burned deep into the soil, faint red veins still glowing faintly beneath the earth. The Tear Drop itself and now a cracked crystal the color of blood and ash had rested at the center.

His touch lingered on one rune, and suddenly warmth bloomed beneath his palm — faint at first, then searing. The stone pulsed. Light spilled from the crack between his fingers, golden and violent, crawling across the wall like veins igniting. Shapes took form — wings unfurled, circles interlocked, two figures spiraling into each other like flame and shadow. And then, beneath the hum of light, a voice spoke — distant, ancient, and heartbreakingly calm: “When ruin and rebirth are one, the world shall turn inside out.” Then the glow faded. The walls dimmed to gray. The only sound was the crackle of fire and the wild, uneven rhythm of Soren’s breathing.

I heard the door click open and I turned around staring at them gobsmacked. Daniel Pitts and Jolie Myers. Jolie opened her mouth agape as she saw me, she quickly adjusted her short skirt embarrassingly and walked out of the restroom. I slanged my backpack over my shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the restroom when a hand drew me back. I quickly yanked my arm away. The only thing apart from Victor that makes me want to vomit is a boy touching me. They are all the same. "How long have you been here?". Daniel asked, his eyes piercing into mine.

he admitted, scrolling down to see what I've done. You're right it is. “Is this a typo or was it what's written in the case?” “What's that?” I asked, trying to spot what he was talking about. “Right here. The part that says Regina Gilbert 45 against Lancashire. I went through the case sometime, wasn't she vindicated?” He pointed at my screen. I think I've been surviving on five hours of sleep the whole day that I'm starting to forget things. “Yes yes, you're actually right,” I tucked my hair behind my ears, reaching to correct it.

There was no pressure or forced conversation; people here now understood silence differently. Later that night, after the estate had settled again, I found Ruin alone in the library. The album rested open across the table while whisky remained untouched nearby – another change. He looked up when I entered but did not close the pages. I walked slowly toward him. “Can I sit with you?” “Yes.” He said.

"My touch brings decay. To humans, it is agony. To my own kind, it is a slow death. It is the price for the power I wield." He stepped toward me, and I backed up until my hit the cold stone wall. He didn't touch me, but he leaned in, pinning me with his gaze. He placed his hand on the wall right next to my head. I watched in horror as the gray stone beneath his palm began to turn black. Tiny cracks spider webbed out from his fingers, the rock literally crumbling as if a thousand years of erosion were happening in seconds. "I am a king of ruins, Elara," he hissed, his face inches from mine. "Do not mistake my lack of touch for a lack of desire to break you if you cross me."