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As my hand fell, Janine seemed to understand everything, and all hope drained from her. “I told you. Our relationship ended a long time ago.” I had saved her not just out of gratitude to Mr. O'Connor, but because I didn’t want her to die so easily. Living half-paralyzed, in constant suffering, would be far worse than death. I would never forget the soul-deep pain from being skinned in my last life. With Janine’s reckoning behind me, I turned to the stage and unveiled my survival plan to everyone. From power-free shelters to heat-resistant suits and emergency medical treatments, the audience gasped in awe. By the end, the applause didn’t stop.

*huff* *huff* it's..been... How long exactly? I can't remember. Searching for my friends is starting to seem so hopeless now. "I just want to take a break!", I cried out My body drenched in sweat was aching all over from running around all over the resort. "Agh! I haven't sat down in hours, *sighs* where in the world has everyone disappeared to?" Now, I started to observe my surroundings, and I realized it was the reception of the resort which was the last place I hadn't searched in yet.

“Fine! Although I understand what you're saying, you need to be aware that this would not be an easy task! As a result of giving in to Mike's plan, Colleen raised her hands. Nevertheless, her words retained a persuasive quality. Colleen needed a partner she could rely on for the long term. Although Mike's statements may be understandable, she remained hopeful that his strategy would be successful. The Vulture was now a step ahead of them. In fact, Colleen hoped to trade some of the loot for food and other necessities in order to prolong her time in this awful war. Even if it meant hiding for the rest of her life, she was determined to survive. She had, after all, managed to live that way for

“When Hope died, everything fell apart.” The room became silent. He sounded devastated. Actually devastated. Not guilty. Not proud. Heartbroken. Selena frowned. Nothing made sense anymore. Then Jonathan opened a file on-screen. A single document appeared. Everyone stared. Because the title read: AUTHORIZED SUBJECTS Hope Morgan. Selena Vale. Only two names. Two. Jonathan swallowed hard. And suddenly— he looked afraid. The screen reflected it clearly. Fear. Genuine fear. Then he said something that changed everything. “HeartLock was never about finding soulmates.”

I shifted closer to him with our backs against the same stone wall and our knees curled in opposite directions. “We’ll get out of this,” I said softly. Kol didn’t look at me. He didn’t even blink. “You don’t know that,” he muttered. “I do.” “No,” he said, this time with more weight. “You hope we will. That’s not the same thing. And besides, you’re just being delusional right now.” I bit the inside of my cheek. He was right. But I wasn’t going to say that. “We have to stay hopeful,” I tried again. “If we give up—”

“I want to get out of here. Ryan is going to be so angry, I know it. I want to just head south and start over. Go back home, see how my grandfather's bar is doing. Maybe get that up and running again. Avoid dying of plague.” “Then you need to see Arlen. He knows where the snowmobile keys are kept. Pack a bag. Reject Ryan and just go for it. It will take a couple of days, but you’ll hit south, then you’ll be on foot?” “I'm sure I was the confident one before all this,” Hope half joked. I wanted to ask what happened to her art? Conquering the world and making her mother proud? My mother always warned me that not everyone could come out unscathed the Freeze. Hope was the tragic proof.

"I'm sorry. I can't fight anymore. Can't wait eighteen years. Can't risk losing control and hurting you. So I'm leaving. Going somewhere far away. Where I can't hurt anyone. Don't look for me. Don't try to save me. Just live. Be happy. Remember me as I was. Not what I'll become. I love you all. Forever. Hope." "No!" Luna collapses. "She's gone! My baby is gone!" We search everywhere. The city. The country. The world. But Hope has vanished. Completely. Totally. Gone. And with her, our only hope of surviving the next eighteen years.

Hope just continues, ignoring her, “...and she got really into it, and then when she wanted to get out, they started to totally harass her.” “Harassing her how?” I can’t help myself from asking. “Harassing her... spying on her... following her everywhere. In the end, she couldn’t take it, and she went back to them. That’s what they do. It’s like once you are in, they have all your secrets, and they own your ass.” Hope is slurring her words... yup, she is drunk... again. “And then you are like their self-help zombie. You think about that while I pee. if you want to be a zombie.”

Me. My breath stuttered. Hope is a dangerous medication; it gets into the bloodstream and starts rearranging how you see the world. I folded the note and slipped it beneath my dress where no camera would find it. It was a foolish, childish thing to do—hide a scrap of paper like some talisman—but it felt rebelliously private, the kind of small theft Dante could never account for.

"As long as it exists on the internet, I can find it with a flick of my fingers. Your involvement in the Volmart South Cretora warehouse theft case, your bank transfer records, even how you killed so many neighbors in Cervusa." She suddenly covered her face with both hands. Color bloomed across her cheeks, and her eyes shone with infatuation. "After reading your story, I became completely fascinated." The attention of a beautiful, tragic young woman sent another shiver down his spine. He could not decide whether that was good news or bad. Cyrus took a deep breath. "So you knew I was living with Scarlett and Zoey, and you used them to contact me. Is that right?" Barbara nodded. "That's right.