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I stood still in the center of the abandoned village, its silence louder than any scream. "Is anyone here?!" I cried out, my voice sharp and panicked, echoing across the empty space. Nothing. Time had stopped. The rain had ceased, frozen mid-fall, and darkness crept in from all directions, heavy and unnatural. Then—footsteps. Soft, cautious, like someone trying not to wake a sleeping thought. "Devin?"

I could see his fists tightening at his sides. “Get out, Chris. Now.” “Or what?” Chris laughed coldly, his eyes locking onto mine. “You’re going to throw away everything for this street rat? Forget Emily, her father practically owns half the shipping industry in this city. But sure, toss all that aside for someone who probably steals from us when no one’s looking.” “That’s enough!” Daniel shouted, stepping forward. For a second, I truly thought Daniel might hit him. His face burning with anger, his whole body tense. Chris must have noticed too because he backed off slightly.

"I need to give my statement at the station." As we walked away, I could hear Danny calling my name, but I didn't look back. I was done with his games, done with his manipulation, and definitely done with his priorities. If he wanted to choose Maia over his own wife after everything that had happened, that told me everything I needed to know about Daniel Knight.

Even now, there was still no word from Silvia. None of the bank cards in her name had registered a single transaction. The safe houses she frequented in Rivoria showed no signs of use. Even the best-connected informants had lost the trail. "Still no news?" Dante asked. He'd barely slept at all. Whenever he closed his eyes, he was back in the freezer, seeing the look in Silvia's eyes when they parted, empty and full of despair. His heart kept stuttering out of nowhere. Over time, the ache stopped being faint and became a constant, blunt torment.

Then he settled back against Tim’s side and looked at the room in front of them, the lamp in the corner and the bookshelf and the window with its dark rectangle of night and Tim’s copy of Gibbon on the side table waiting to be finished. “Don’t let your empire fall,” Daniel said. “I won’t,” Tim said. “Good,” Daniel said. The room was quiet. The house breathed. Outside the night continued. And tomorrow would bring what it brought and the end of the week would arrive when it arrived and Solomon Black would come when he came and all of that was real and present and waiting. But right now it was Thursday evening and Daniel was warm and Tim was beside him and the laughter from earlier was still so

Sawyer exhaled at the silence that followed, thinking that Daniel had deeded his words and left. But Daniel spoke again, a slight edge of command in his voice. "No, Sawyer. You're not a fool. Listen, can you at least open up so we could sort things out, just the two of us." "Say whatever you want to say from the other side. You don't need to see me," Sawyer slid himself down, kneeling like a heap on the floor. He had the tempting option to leave through the back door and let Daniel talk himself to death. Maybe Maddie would finally be forced to call the police and tell them that there was a trespasser in the building. Sawyer would be left alone as Daniel could get a restraining order. "I am a

Shola having succeeded in hiding the book continued answering the questions but to his astonishment, Daniel paused his words and threw in a question that pushed him off balance, putting him in a quagmire. Daniel asked; “Was it at seminary you bought that scary black book?” “Which book?” Shola asks back with a concerned face under consternation. “The black book I just saw you reciting words from before I fully opened your door. You were even beating your chest with a scrawled face.” Daniel responds now with a more serious look.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

Daniel rebuffed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He went on G****e and typed Christian's name. “Is this him?” Daniel asked, after showing her the first picture that popped up. “Yeah, that's him,” she said. “Sylvy!” He grabbed her and hugged her. She was confused, trying to understand why Daniel was so excited. “Is he a big deal?” Sylvia asked. “He’s a huge deal. Here, take a look for yourself,” Daniel said and handed her the phone.