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Once inside, Raven collapsed into a seat, rubbing her temples. “Nightfire is becoming harder to control. It doesn’t ask permission anymore it just reacts. Flare now, think later.” “You’re growing stronger,” Ragnar said, sitting across from her. “And power like that—it’s meant to be wild. You just have to master it before it masters you.” She smiled faintly. “You make it sound easy.” “It’s not. But you’re not alone.” That night, Raven stood at the open window of their shared room, eyes on the horizon.

“You expect me to believe something like that?” “No. I expect you to listen.” I took a breath. “I have seen the future. Elara cheats on Alaric with Rowland. She gets beheaded. And Alaric… he becomes a tyrant. He becomes someone no one recognizes. He dies alone at a very early age. The Ravens were the only companions he had left.” Her smile faded. I continued. “The strange illness people think I have, the memory lapses… it is because I am not the owner of this body.”

With a surge of strength, he hurls him against a tree, the bark splitting as Dagar crashes through it. Raphael rushes to my side. “Are you hurt?” I cough and take deep breaths. “I’m okay.” We watch Dagar get up from the rubble of branches. He stands tall and reaches his hands to the sky. A sea of ravens rises from the trees at his command. Not even I can control that many. Dagar swings his arms toward us, and the wave crashes into us, though Raphael takes the brunt of it because he shields me. I can’t take control of all of them as I did before when it was Dagar in Grimm’s body. Dagar’s grip on them is too strong, yet I wrest enough to weave a circling wall of ravens around me. The pressure

Then my first blood came at twenty and within three weeks, the Master requested me, just like that my freedom ended before I even understood what freedom was. “You should be thankful your curse was corrected,” Mother Ruth continued sternly. “The Master sees purpose in you.” I stared at my reflection silently, purpose, that word sounded beautiful inside the Sanctuary, it was sacred and holy, but lately purpose felt too much like ownership. A knock sounded at the sewing room door before one of the guards stepped inside. “Mother Ruth,” he said respectfully, “the Master wishes to see the bride during supper tonight.” My chest tightened instantly. Mother Ruth smiled approvingly. “Of course.”

It wasn't the pilot. It was the voice of Arthur St. Claire, sounding calm, cold, and utterly victorious from his secure bunker. "Thank you, Ivy. You just delivered the kill-switch directly to the source. The War of Blood is over. The harvest has begun." If Ivy’s attempt to save her mother actually triggered the final stage of Arthur’s plan, who is the "Master" he is truly working for? And as the helicopter sinks into the lightless depths, why does Ivy suddenly feel a heartbeat that isn't her own, isn't Dante’s, and isn't Eleonora’s—but a fourth pulse, coming from the very bottom of the ocean?

"Whatever it is. Ruby, I can't stay in this cage anymore. I can feel them... laughing inside myhead." "The serum uses a 'Master-Slave' protocol," Vovosexplained, ignoring Nevan’s outburst. "The Ascendancy isthe Master; the Subject is the Slave. To break the link, wemust overwrite the Master. We must give the Subject a new anchor. One that is stronger than their satellite array."

The iron burns, but not as much as the one that later comes on my neck when I stand over the bodies. Staggering, I clutch the area, my strength depreciating, my vision blurring. Xaveeda is standing beside me, and she’s smiling. She has done something, something terrible. “What did you―” “Shhh. Rest now, my boy. You can’t fight the Fiery Lotus’ potency.” I give out a sharp breath as I topple on the bodies, while Xaveeda lords over me. “You see, the Umbra Mistress requested that I force you back to the Realm. Desert Generals aren’t tolerated, so go answer for your crime.”

He screams and drops to the floor. “You remember the circle you drew when you were taking my memories,” Raven continues quietly. “You remember the vow you swore when you handed me over to thise monsters.” Her eyes burn silver-blue. “Blood binds both ways.” Raphael claws at his chest. “Raven... please... listen to me...” He coughs again.

The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me. Stepping toward the large hound I reach out placing my hand on the nose of the creature. The dog closes their eyes as a strong presence fills me. I gasp as the dog begins to disappear, slowly begging absorbed through my fingertips. My breath picks up as my lungs begin to burn. I sink to the ground gasping for air.