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Gabriel’s face hardened. “And your bloodline was the only one capable of completing it.” The system suddenly interrupted us. MEMORY SEQUENCE 1 OF 4 RESTORED. My heart stopped. Four. The four bloodlines. The four components. The four memories. The screen displayed: FIRST MEMORY: BLOOD. Then: SECOND MEMORY: MEMORY. THIRD MEMORY: AUTHORITY. FOURTH MEMORY: SACRIFICE. Gabriel’s face went pale. “No.” The system continued. ACTIVATION CODE: PARTIAL.

He knew the game was far from over, but for now, he’d won this round. “Good,” Shelby muttered, voice low but edged with a warning. “You better not screw this up.” I hesitated for a heartbeat before slipping the Bloodmatch card into my jacket pocket. The cold metal pressed against my skin, a chilling reminder of what I carried—hope, fear, and the possibility of salvation. My lips curled into a grin, but it was crooked and tasted like ash on my tongue. “Don’t worry,” I said softly, voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t screw this up.”

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

“Jared, have you lost your mind? Can’t you see Clarissa never loved you? You were nothing but her tool to have kids! “How could you possibly love that washed-up hag? You’re just bitter she dumped you! You told me you loved me, remember? Well, now that you’re divorced, I can give you the children you want—” Natalie’s once-proud face looked worn and desperate. She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Jared’s hand shot out, clamping around her throat. Natalie’s face reddened as she struggled for breath. Just before she collapsed, he released her. He looked at her coldly as he said, “I want nothing to do with someone as venomous as you. Not before, not now, not ever. Stay out of South City. Don’t

His phone buzzed, and I was pissed that I couldn't get to hear the rest of the words roll down his tongue so I could replay it over again when I wanted to kill him. He attached a small device to his ear and tapped on the green button on his phone screen. “Good day, Mr Gibson.” “Yep, good day to you too.” He said, adjusting himself in his seat. “I called to ask if you've gotten Rose Clifford's blood samples.” “Yes, I have it with me and I'm heading straight to the hospital. I need you to get it cultured for twenty-four hours; I'll be back in my seat the next day, waiting for the results of the blood test.”

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Screens floated in front of her in layers, each showing a different angle of what we’d just lived through. Red Streets Run, from above. From alley level. From the spikes’ perspective. Slow‑motion replays of the pit jump, of Jax’s near‑fall, of Corvin yanking me back from the teeth. Tiny overlays labeled CLOSE CALL BONUS and ENTERTAINMENT SPIKE. One screen, larger than the rest, replayed the shower feed. Muted. No audio. Just two blurred, half‑dressed figures moving closer in the fog. Us. My stomach clenched.

he said, blood spilling from his mouth. I shifted him closer to the pavement and positioned his open mouth over it. His head was at an odd angle as I stepped up to him. I brought my foot down on the back of his head, near his neck and listened to the sickening crunch as his neck, jaw and teeth broke against the hard stone. “Fuck me,” Hudson said, both his and Wilder’s hands going to their groins. I stepped back, wiping at the blood on my face. “He sold Kaelis.”

Riven had been my choice even after betrayal, the man who stood beside me in gunfire when the rest of the world turned against us. Now Marcus demanded I pick one. I forced myself upright using the chair for support. The room spun in violent circles. I caught myself against the wall, leaving a bloody handprint. Blood continued to drip steadily from my fingers. There was no time to staunch the flow. No time for anything except this impossible decision that would break something inside me no matter what I did. The split screen still glowed on my phone. Lila’s eyes wide with fear in one frame. Riven’s blood stark against his skin in the other.

"But it splits the unit and it costs us twenty minutes." "Twenty minutes," I say. Everyone looks at me. "My son is barefoot on cold ground," I say. "Twenty minutes is twenty minutes." A silence that isn't comfortable and isn't meant to be. "We don't split the unit," Cassian says finally. "We adjust approach angle as a whole. Slower, yes. But together." He looks at Reece. "Can you get me eyes on the camp before we move to engagement range?" "I can get you eyes," Reece says. "Give me ten minutes."