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He hesitates to answer. “Cursed.” He mumbles, I heard him, but I wanted to make sure it was really clear, “What?” “There’s a group referred to as The Enchanted. They are unnatural creatures that don’t really fit in anywhere. The subgroup for me is Cursed.” He seems upset by it, maybe that’s why he tries so hard to help people. If I was known as a Cursed person I’d want to do whatever I could to prove people wrong. I feel like I understand Corvu a little better.

And mine wasn’t far behind hers. Every time the teacher droned on about formulas or dates, all I could see was the memory of last night, the way Drasa’s voice had cracked as she confessed her truth, the determination burning in her eyes as she said Lucien’s name aloud. The others had reacted as expected: Maya in disbelief, Andra in her fretful protests, Kai trying to joke before realizing it wasn’t the right moment. And me? I’d told them the rest of my truth, my curse, the poison that lived inside me. Somehow, Drasa hadn’t looked at me with pity. She’d looked at me like I wasn’t broken at all.

WRONG NUMBER “Shit!” Arielle Lawson cursed under her breath as her bag slipped off the bar counter, spilling its entire contents across the floor for the uninterested crowd of Midnight Halo Lounge, Manhattan to see. She stared at the mess absentmindedly through her increasingly blurry vision, wondering how she was supposed to gather whatever remained of her dignity. A part of her knew that if she stood up too quickly, she’d land face-first on the cold, filthy tiled floor. Her legs were already betraying her, softened by whisky and regret.

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Zen shrugs a shoulder nonchalantly “That it turns people into lycans, killing everything in sight. The perfect, non-descript curse to scare the masses.” “Indeed,” Lukas picks up his glass, swirls the dregs of red wine “We have little information as of now, and none of it makes much sense. The only common point we’ve found until now, is that this curse affects newly found couples. All five cases reported till now were of men who’d recently found their soulmates.” He looks up, and for the first time since I’ve seen him, his face is somber. “That’s why you were called in the first place,” Lukas admits “Most of the people involved in the case are those who’d found their soulmates years back, or

Kash says, looking up. I nod. It’s as we figured. “So, he’s the reason…” Lucia murmurs. “Wait.” Isa says, suddenly standing up. “The scriptures say, The Eternal God cursed the twins to a life of doom. What if there are two curses here and the reason it’s never been broken is that everyone overlooked one…” The room falls silent as we stare at her, and I look back at the open print of the scripture. Her words weigh heavily in the air, but the numbing truth is, she has a very good point.

I explained as I folded my hand. “Are you a part of them?” Azreal asked and I nodded. “We have numbers on our body that informs people of our ranking. I am number one and the person we’re seeing is seven plus he is the only one who can perfect the cure for the curse.” I explained as Azreal nodded. “Why are you suddenly curious? It’s not like you to ask questions before a situation or event.” I asked as Azreal shrugged. “I wonder what kind of person this person was that you have so much trust in him.” Azreal responded before he turned up the volume of the speaker and the music played.

"WAIT, GUYS. WHAT DOES 'cursed' even mean?" asked Ruthie. "Maybe it isn't so bad." Zander looked at me. I was starting to feel anxious. My sethian acquaintances included Conrad, Zander and his brother - and the Collector in a roundabout way. I had a pretty good idea who in that group might belong to the cursed category. "I don't know," I said. "Maybe." "Well, if we get to vote, I vote that Zander's jerk face brother is cursed," said Ruthie.

I almost puked in disgust and turned my face away but she forced me to look at her. "I curse you to never find love, you'll be lonely all of your life. Anyone who loves you will die a horrible death, anyone who tries to break this curse will never know peace, you will be an outcast among your own people, your best friend will betray you, your woman will seek your life and you will never be happy!" The woman shouted. "No!" I yelled frantically. I began to shake violently as I tried to free myself, the witch appeared beside my Father and everyone else began to chant the curse along with her.

Chelsea noted. "It's because of the curse," Bryan replied. "What is this curse called?" Chelsea asked. Bryan explained it was the Midnight Curse, which kills the afflicted and their relatives within an hour if not treated. And if the curse is intense, even stabilization won't help. I sat on the ground, pained, feeling my heart slow and my senses dull. I couldn't make sense of what was happening around me. Chelsea's worried voice reached me; she was giving instructions to Belle and Bryan. I fought the pain, trying to draw the curse into myself so it wouldn't harm Flora or pass to Ivan. I couldn't let that happen.