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CHAPTER 153: A CHOICE IN BLOOD LYSS' POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “CONTROL” by Halsey ~~~ The final cut is never clean. I’m kneeling in the middle of a salt-drawn circle, the silver dagger heavy in my trembling hands. Blood trickles from my palm, staining the runes I etched into the stone beneath me. I can feel the bond fraying inside me like threads of my own soul unraveling slowly and deliberately. There’s a low hum in the air, like a song only magic can hear, and it trembles through my bones.

“Never say whose blood. Or what ‘willing’ meant.” She held the cup to Ash, “It means a cost. Are you willing?” Ash took the cup, his hand, slick with blood, trembled. He pricked his finger; a single drop fell in, it swirled, a faint crimson ripple in the silver, but the glow stayed the same. “It’s not enough,” he whispered, despair gripping his heart. “It’s more than blood,” Kael stepped forward, face marked by past pain. “It’s an offering and a part of who we are.” He pricked his finger. His blood mixed with Ash’s, the water glowed a bit brighter.

My breath is black fire, spilling through cracks I’ve licked open with centuries of rage. I laugh anyway. One link snaps. Not thunder—worse. Thunder dies. This echoes and refuses instruction. Ash pours upward, crawling the seams into divine streets. Mortals will call it dust and sweep it from ledges. They won’t see the skulls riding the current. Another link shatters. Arms tear; bone splinters; bronze light spills like blood. Runes shriek. I answer them. Skulls drop and split, whispering the names of the forgers. I mouth each like marrow.

Anger fills up the magma chamber But all I see is fear The flower bloomed differently. It faced the sunset instead. With blood she united us Wherever I am she will be All will be forgotten in the next life. With the blood of my beloved she cursed me The sin that bought me love The sin that taste sweet and warm She has cursed the sinner and the sin Even the sinner will curse this sin When her blood blooms lava will erupt There will be thunder and lightning Then they will be united The blood of sinners will be one again

As Charles was pushed into the incinerator, Logan filmed the entire process and put it up on my social media page. However, there was no response. Logan’s patience ran thin. He spammed me with voice messages. “Coral, if you don’t show up now, I’ll dump your father’s ashes straight into the sewer. “You’ll never find him again. “This is your final chance to show yourself to me.” Logan had never sent me so many messages since Elise came into our lives. However, his attempts to communicate were met with silence. Time went by. Slumping against his bench, Logan clenched the phone in his hand.

I smirked, knowing I'd pulled her right in with the hook. She sat up straight. “Well? What are you waiting for? Spill it before something else spills.” Unintentionally, I froze up. The scene of my death flashed through my mind once again. How much blood of mine spilled when my head kissed the edge of that table? “Grace? Where'd you run off to?” Susan snapped her fingers in front of me, pulling me out of my reverie. I blinked twice, coming into focus. “Huh? Sorry, I'm sorry. “

"Alex must never suspect anything. Not a single doubt can enter his mind. If he does, everything burns — including whatever fragile love you've managed to cultivate in this house of ashes." With those ominous parting words, the mysterious figure melted silently into the surrounding darkness, leaving Eve completely alone in the charred remnants of the east wing. She stood there motionless for several long moments, her mind swirling with a torrent of new threats, fresh possibilities, and overwhelming emotions. The night remained deep and unforgiving around her, the conversation replaying endlessly in her thoughts as she clutched the envelope tightly. She had bought precious time, but the dange

Alaric smiled, “and I am not happy with what you have done.” “What is yours? Don’t tell me you are talking about Mariah?” Asher asked and seeing the man’s silent agreement, Asher growled. “I will be dead before you can touch her again.” Alaric gave an eerie smile, “It shall be my pleasure.” Asher growled, his eyes turning black, and black veins appeared on his hands and arms.

“I’m fine. You threw yourself in front of a bullet, you absolute idiot, I’m fine—” “Good.” His eyes were already sliding shut again, the word coming out slower, softer, like something dragged up from underwater. “Good. That's it. Good.” “Stay awake.” Renata’s hand cracked, sharp, against his uninjured cheek, an old trick, a mother’s trick, and it worked, his eyes flew back open, furious and alive. “You do not get to close your eyes yet. Not until the ambulance is here. Do you understand me, Kai Cassano, I did not survive nineteen years of this family to bury you in your father’s study.”

“And your blood is mine.” Aria’s claws glowed silver, her heart racing. She faced Zane, Kael at her side, their bond a faint shield against the Abyss’s new champion. The rift roared, crimson light swallowing the chamber, Zane’s howl echoing. Lyra’s voice was a whisper. “We can’t fight him like this.” Torin growled, blood dripping. “We have to.” Aria gripped Kael’s hand, her claws burning. “We end this,” she said, her voice fierce.