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The only time I could stall for her was until Raven got out of the bathroom. “I’ll wait for you because you made me believe in something,” she whispered to Ezra, her eyes welling with tears. “And I’ll keep believing it…” Ezra shut his eyes, taking a deep breath as he pocketed his phone. I guess that was his answer. “The greatest kindness you can show to a weak blood is by killing them. It’s better than abandoning them in the wilderness or discarding them. These are Ezra’s words,” I said, and she lifted her bleary eyes to me. “I think his stand is quite clear. Will you still try to protect them?”

0 gpa. "No way." He says in disbelief taking the book from me. He flips back a couple pages and keeps the book turned from me. "Page five-o-seven paragraph six." He says and I sigh. The memory is still fresh in my head so it's not hard for me to pull it up. I recite the paragraph word for word and he drops the book back Infront of me. "Incredible. It's like having your own super power." He says and I arch an eyebrow at him.

Instead, I would get to feel it for the first time. I looked at it in my palm, the words for the activation spell ringing in my head. Then I inhaled deeply and held the amulet to my chest as I said the words out loud: "Like the force of a flood, wield your power through my blood." And just like that, what felt like electricity coursed throughout my veins, making my eyes roll to the back of my head as my body vibrated uncontrollably. I could not see anything except a bright, red light in my vision, and my grip on the amulet went tighter, causing my fingers to draw blood from my palm.

My name is Astrid. And this time… I’ll rewrite the ending. Even if I have to spill blood to do it.

“And I’d never ask you to explain it again. Not to me. I’ll see it in the way you come home after every step, in the way you look at me when the door’s shut. That’s all I need. That’s what’s real.” Her eyes softened, but there was still that storm in them, still that bite of fear, of grief, of everything she’d endured. I slid my hand behind her neck, fingers threading through the strands of her hair, and pulled her gently toward me. “And when the day comes that you rip him down to rubble, I want to be the first one you come to. So I can look at you and say you did it, Ava Moretti.” Her breath hitched. “Or Ava whatever-you-feckin'-want,” I added, a crooked smile breaking through. “Name’s your

Looking deep into Giulia’s eyes, I kept on singing. “Blue bird fly, Blue bird soar, your babies are waiting for you to come home.” Our gaze held and I saw a tear brim in Giulia’s eyes. Suddenly, she dropped the gun from my face, and frazzled, she took a step back. “I just need a minute,” she hissed at the man with the crossed arms. Enzo reached out to touch her arm. “Giulia,” he started, but she pushed his hand off her arm. “Shut up,” she said.

"You said you sent people to stay with him! Where are they? Answer me! Where are the bodyguards you arranged, huh?" Her hands trembled as she looked at the horrific pool of blood once more. Being in a chokehold turned Serena's face red. It took a lot of effort for her to squeeze out the words, "I… I don't know…" Dad was also staring at that pool of blood, his body swaying. He nearly fell flat on the floor. "It's all over…" he mumbled. "It's too late… My son…" Mom finally released Serena and crumpled onto the floor beside the blood, desperately clawing at it with both hands, as if doing so would bring her son back.

ELARA'S POV The silence in the room became suffocating. The small glass vial sat between us on the steel table, the amber liquid catching the dull, flickering glow of the fluorescent bulb above. My arm was still throbbing where the needle had drawn my blood for Dante, leaving me feeling hollowed out, dizzy, and dangerously light. "If you do this, Elara," Sophia said, her voice quiet as she stepped closer to the table, "there’s no patching over it. You heard Kovac. Your brain is going to force you through whatever they did to you. You might not come back the same."

Roman looked down to see what his finger was touching, and his eyes widened when he realized he was practically pushing his finger into the wound. “I, I'm so sorry! Y-you're still h-hurt. Y-you need my blood,” Roman said as he tilted his head and offered his neck to the king. Ezra rested his forehead against the side of Roman's face as he breathed out. He looked at his thumb as he rubbed the Omega's neck. “I'll be fine,” Ezra said softly. “Y-you need blood. Y-you're still hurt. You can have m-my blood.”

“You won’t tell me anything about yourself, s-so I searched for things that would help me g-get to know you.” I tilted my head to the side and waited. “Ezra likes a lot of different things. He listens to some weird music and he likes to read and draw. He’s very good at that—drawing, I mean.” She smiled as her eyes darted over to him for a few seconds before she looked at me again. Her smile disappeared when our eyes locked. “You like knives. You’re also into dark shit.” “I like to make people bleed,” I told her. “You’ve seen it.”