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“Esta bien. (It’s ok.)” “He’s right, Merry,” Hakeem says, gripping her shoulder. “Move on to the next vision. You can come back to it.” Meredith nods. “I saw Arya kneeling in a battlefield, crying. But I couldn’t see why.” Charlie, Zak, and I all gasp. “Why was she crying?” I demand. “Who was she crying over?” Visibly upset, Meredith shakes her head. “Like I said before, it went too fast. I couldn’t see. All I saw was her face and the battle raging behind her. Neither Devin nor Xander were there.”

Tears rolled freely down her dirt-streaked cheeks as Meredith circled her slowly, dragging a large splintered whip along the floor, the sound setting Bernadette's teeth on edge. "Let's try again," Meredith purred, her voice sickly sweet. "You'll brew the Moonfang venom for me." Bernadette gathered what little saliva she had left and spat blood at Meredith's feet. "Go to Hell," she rasped. Crack! The whip met her back with terrifying accuracy, the pain blinding as it tore pieces of flesh away with it. Bernadette's scream ripped from her throat, echoing off the stone walls as her body convulsed against the chains.

As I tell him about her mood getting increasingly more agitated, her roar, her growl and finally the flames, he prepares to draw her blood. “Okay, I’d like to draw blood. Is she going to let me?” he asks. Kaylani touches her hand and I feel the weight of sleep pushing into Merethyl. “Just for a moment,” she says when I look up at her. “If she’s acting like a fire dragon, I don’t want her hurting Everett.” He draws Merethyl’s blood while she’s basically unconscious and attaches the saline drip to her arm. As he packs up the tubes of Mere’s blood, he looks back at us. “Have either of you ever seen anything like this?” he asks.

Meredith says, like she’s been calling my name for a while. I shake my head and look at her. “Sorry, what?” She smiles, laughing to herself. “Here. Eat this. It’s a potion to get rid of any leftover DNA that we might leave behind so the Riding Hoods can’t track us.” I start to reach for the slice, but Naomi grabs it from Meredith’s hand and brings it to my lips. I swallow thickly before biting into it.

If Miriam hadn’t been as strong-willed as she was, the devastation might have destroyed her completely. Serena leaned back in her chair, her voice calm but firm. “Miriam, Simon’s going to handle your Hollywood debut. This time you’re playing a mysterious mermaid. He’s already spoken with the director, and the good news is the shoot will happen here. No need to fly to Italy.” Miriam’s posture straightened with pride. “I’m ready. I’ll give it everything I have.” That spark in her eyes reminded Serena why she liked Miriam. She wasn’t just talented—she had grit.

“No deals. No favors. Not like that.” “He owes me. It wouldn’t be shady—” “Javi. Please.” He didn’t argue. He never did. After he left, I lay down on the old couch in the living room. I wrapped myself in a thin blanket and stared at the cracked ceiling. Thunder rolled in the distance. The rain had started again. My phone buzzed. A message from my boss at the diner. “Emergency. Clean Club Rosario. Extra cash. Midnight.” Midnight? I looked at the time. 11:32 p.m.

she hissed, her voice a dry, terrifying rattle. "Hear what? There’s nothing but the machines." "The metadata," Kade whispered, leaning in so close Sam could smell the chemical tang of her breath. "It’s screaming. They didn't just change the dates. They buried the bodies in the code. Robbin’s voice is in the pixels. Can't you hear her laughing?"

she asked, voice groggy. Silas didn’t answer. Just walked to the center of the room, pulled a sealed case from his coat, and placed it on the table. Inside — a micro SD card. And a printed stack of photos. James stepped forward. “He showed up at our gate. Said it was life or death.” Silas looked at Daniel. “It is.” He turned on a small portable screen, inserted the card, and pressed play. The footage began. The abandoned Meridian Complex. The mechanic.

What a twisted, moronic, merciless curse it was, made by dark magic that was just as mysterious as being a vampire. “I’ll update you once I get a breakthrough,” Mera stated once she got enough blood specimen in her tubes. She stood up and placed them inside her valise. “It is a waiting game now,” Cord remarked.