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"Alright, Damien. You better make it worth it." "You know I always do." I ended the call and leaned back in my chair, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Just like that, our little feud was over, and the drama with Callie was out of my mind, where it belonged.

She was going to die right here, right now, in the bed she shared with Damon, and he wouldn't even know until it was too late. "Please," Callie tried one more time, her voice nothing but a whisper of escaping air. Tears streamed down her face, hot and fast. "Autumn, please… I know you're in there… don’t do this…" For just a fraction of a second, something flickered in those black eyes. A flash of something else. Something human. But then it was gone, swallowed by the darkness, and Autumn's hands squeezed even harder. Callie's vision started to tunnel. The room grew darker, the edges closing in. Her struggles were getting weaker, her movements more sluggish. Her body was shutting down, runnin

A reverend sister shrieked, running to her with her terror stricken face, her eyes wide with fear for Roger. “My God, Callie, what have you done!?” Sister Aisha cried. Callie's jerked her head towards her, her eyes brimming with hot tears, her face burning red with rage. “Stop calling me that!” She screamed in her face, “He's dead! Don't call me that anymore! Please!” She cried, throwing herself to the ground and hugging her knees, crying agonizingly. Nobody called her Callie anymore. Rather, they said her name in full —Calista. Callie was dead. She died with her father.

I know they don't want me, but it’s only right to say farewell. “Where are my parents?” Camille purses her lips. “They’re at the hospital.” My brow raises. “Hospital? Is there a problem?” “Actually, Callie passed out.” My heart sinks. The bag I'm carrying slips to the floor. “She did what?” “She passed out and was rushed to the hospital.” Oh my God! I stand there frozen as betrayal’s pain floods over me. She ruined my life. Stripped me of everything. She left me to die.

He was struggling… He was pale, the pain not just mental but physical as well. The music dies down as Josie’s name pops up on the car’s media display system, thank the goddess, maybe she can calm him down. “Josie?” I answer without hesitation. She’s always had a way of being able to stand up to Jaxon, even without her wolf. “Where are you?” She voice is almost like a shriek. “We are on our way back…why, what’s wrong?” I do not miss the panic in her voice. “It’s Callie, she’s gone into shock. Mum keeps having to calm her down by taking energy from

"What can a leaderless bunch of thugs achieve? I bet they'd fall in line like dominoes." And with those words, he turned toward Callie and was bemused when he saw that she did not appear afraid or looking at him funny. If anything, she looked calm. Since Frank could read expressions very well, he was positive that Callie was not really mourning Mary's death. He sighed. "Don't tell me that you weren't going to be her accomplice, but she threatened you, so you're now defecting to my side?" "That's exactly it!" Callie appeared shocked. "How did you know my life story?"

I pulled my eyes off Kierian to focus on Callie. “No, but I fell in love with someone when I was in high school. We were just freshmen, so we will never know, even if we were fated. He died before he turned seventeen.” The pain in Callie’s voice was hard to miss, and the corner of her lips tilted down. “Callie…” I whispered, placing my hand on her arm. Quickly, she forced a smile as she looked at me. “It is okay. It was a long time ago.”

she whispered, “I don’t care if I die, Tony. Nothing you do will make me sign that paper. Go ahead. Pull the trigger.” The strength in her voice threw me off, just for a second. I was used to people folding under pressure, but Callie…she was different. I pressed the gun just a bit harder, feeling my own frustration rising. But her gaze didn’t waver and her stare grew even more intense. A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth as I lowered the gun. “You know, Callie, I figured you might be stubborn,” I said, almost amused by her confidence.

“Your life's getting shorter by the millisecond, Callie. At this rate, you'll be dead come morning.” “The words of a serial killer.” “You don't want to anger me, Callie. I'm not pleasant when my temper flares.” “You weren't pleasant to begin with. You're psychotic.” “That's it. I'm cutting out your tongue,” he said, voice flat with anger.

However, he quickly forced a pitiful look on his face. “Xavier! Thank God you’re alive. I knew nothing would happen to you! When Callie drove the car away, it was because the brakes failed. We didn’t mean to abandon you!” Callie immediately caught on and nodded frantically. “That’s right, Xavier. I wanted to go back for you, but there were too many zombies. Look, we came back to find you, didn’t we?” As she spoke, her eyes swept greedily across the mountain of supplies stacked behind me. Finally, her gaze landed on Ruth, who stood silently behind my chair.