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I couldn't stand losing Jovita. Gibson found the book and held it out to Jovita. She took a deep breath but stood staring at the book. I could tell she was scared. “You'd be fine my love”. I hugged her and planted a kiss on her forehead. She nodded, and took the book from Gibson, taking a seat on the floor. We didn't want her to fall when she passed out. Minutes later, Gibson was muttering incantations, and I watched as she faded to unconsciousness. Her body was glowing white, and her eyes were like precious stones in the dark.

I nodded, understanding what he was saying. I looked at Jonathan with sorrowful eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks because I had to leave him. ‘When will our suffering end?’ I wondered while my doleful gaze fixed on my Jonathan. "Mia, you need to go, please. You have to understand, Jonathan is craving human blood, he is not in his senses, and he gets mad after seeing a human." As James explained things to me, I cast one final gloomy glance at Jonathan before departing with James. ***

The whole world seemed to spin for a moment as guilt burned deep in my stomach. Yes, the journal. It was full of Jonathan’s dirty secrets. The boy had written detailed dreams about being a cum slut for older men. He fantasized about both me and Bryce taking him, using him, and owning him completely. I had hidden it because I wanted Jonathan all to myself. I did not want to share him with anyone, not even with my best friend, who he had also fantasized about.

“Oh! You don’t believe, right?” “Seeing is believing.” “Don’t believe. All I know is that I had 96.7 percent.” “96.7!” Ayo screamed. “Yes, dear.” “Devil!” Ayo murmured. “I heard you!” Anu teased further, making funny faces at her. “Why is it that it’s when I had 96.4 that you know you will have 96.7?” Ayo faked a tear. “Come on. Smile for me!”

My entire being felt like it had the joy sucked from it. “I had a vision of Remy standing over both their corpses,” I cried out. “It could have a different meaning than you think, so don't dwell on it,” he sighed as he brought me to the couch and sat me on it. “Listen, I spoke with Gideon, and he said that your thoughts can interfere with the visions you see. So it could be just your feelings of dominance over men that you're putting onto Remy. Those two males are hard to kill, so unless a bomb is dropped on them, they are going to live long lives,” he teased me to lighten my mood.

“To my mother’s vault.” The silence that followed was absolute. I could almost hear the recalculations happening in Rose’s mind. The shift from seeing me as a pathetic blind girl to a legitimate threat. “A vault?” she repeated, her voice strained. “Celeste’s vault? And you expect us to believe a… a clay model made by a blind girl will lead you to it?” “I don’t care what you believe,” I said, lifting my head and aiming my gaze in her direction. “The journal is real. The code is real. This,” I gestured to the clay map, “is the key. Your belief is not required.”

Jonathan appeared at the door with a desolate and more serene face than I saw in all the almost two years we knew each other. He asked me to come in, and even if I didn't want to, Gabby left. I couldn't blame her, if I had answered her questions about boyfriends I could have warned her about Jonathan and his enviable art of taking anyone into her conversation. Once again he succeeded in deceiving and disguising his intentions.

“You, beast! I’m taking everything I own from now on. Do you understand?” Sean just stared at me without saying a single word. Glints of pain flickered in his eyes, but I was already numb to his fake intentions. Note: unedited

Scarlett’s POV The vision faded, dissolving around me like mist in the morning sun, and I was thrust back into the present. The world snapped back to life, the sounds of the battle all around me. It was as if no time had passed, as if I’d been given a glimpse of something beyond reality, something fierce and true. My skin tingled with the remnants of the vision, the message clear and powerful. I glanced at Lucian, Clay, and Maxwell, my heart racing. They were poised to shift, but the vision’s warning lingered in my mind like a lifeline. “Hold off on the shift,” I said urgently, my voice barely controlled. “Trust me on this.”

Wiping sleep from my eyes, I sit up in bed and look around the dark room, my eyes fixing on the silhouette in the window. Johnathan is sitting sideways on the windowsill, one leg pulled up, the side of his head resting against the window. I think he’s asleep. My heart shoots into my mouth and fear grips my insides. Has he been sitting there, watching me this whole time? Why? What does he want? *He’s not your enemy,* the new voice says. *He’s your salvation. Don’t fear him. He will never harm you. I chose him for you.* What the fuck?