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she sneered. Icran sighed, "I'm restating my offer, Rhaenyx. Join me, kill the Princess and the Prince, then stay as my Queen. I've already shown you I can force you and we both know you hated it." Rhae chuckled, "What about Dynamere?" "Dynamere is dead, her neck snapped. Something very strong killed her. She had shards of her sword in her chest and she was thrown into a wall that crumbled around her." Icran rubbed his temples.

"And you have four other men to kill." I wasn't going to lie and say that I felt fine about the loss of life. But I understood where Bellamy was coming from. There was no other option. If they were to tell someone about the incident, Bellamy might go to prison for the rest of his life. Jonah killed people openly. Slaughtered anyone who dared defy him. He was also an Alpha and could explain his reasons. Bellamy was only an heir and had no right to kill anyone. "You are taunting me with a good time," He mused and sat on the edge of his father's table. Folded his arms across his chest. "Will I see you after the deed is done?"

Lyanna's been too concious of her and the idea of the librarian suddenly dying won't sit right with her trust issues. I know how that gorgon fancied JD. I just needed to finish JD off. The gorgon can't destroy the book and Lyanna will obtain it. It's a win win situation for me. Emotions and attachments are such a drag. I scoffed as I discreetly pulls her dead body inside the library and locks it. I placed her body casually on her desk. It looked like she slept peacefully to her death. It's clean and precise. A hit to the neck ought to do it.

Pure, white rage surged through her, clouding her judgment, as he leveled his gun at her with a menacing glare. “Stand up and join the others,” he barked, his voice harsh. “Oh, hell no,” she shot back, feeling an unexpected surge of confidence. He wouldn’t shoot; for reasons unknown, it seemed they needed the women alive. His frustration was palpable as he advanced, and Arya seized the opportunity. In one swift motion, she retrieved a weapon concealed in her boot and plunged it into his chest. The surprise in his eyes mirrored her own horror—this was not her first kill, but it felt different. She felt nothing this time.

“Your face is even betraying you, Alpha Leo. You believe your wife and the elders.” He didn’t look away as he answered me. “I know you didn’t kill him, but I still want you to prove it.” “Prove it?” I scoffed. “Do you think I’d kill Arya’s son in front of her? She was in the room with me when I failed to heal Darius. She was the first one to feel that his son was no longer with us. Tell me, what could’ve been my reason to kill him?” He didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

I yelled, raising my leg to kick him, but it was like he anticipated my move, and caught my leg mid-way. “Zara, why do you want it the hard way?... I won't go easy on you anymore, seeing that are so defiant,” Draco growled, making me scoff. “I don't care, you evil man, you killed my men, you killed, Theon and Jamie,” I screamed. Draco chuckled, then he said, “I didn't kill two of them Zara, I killed only Theon. Jamie is still alive but will soon be dead, just like your friend Lia over there.”

My body hurt and my school uniform was already stained with blood. The little strength I had with me this morning was already taken away from me. I staggered, knowing that I wouldn't last long in the woods. “Kiah!” I mumbled, still moving, so weak. “You can't even look for me…” tears streamed down my cheeks. “I didn't kill our parents. Tyrion caused it, yet you hated me and made friends with our enemy." I sniffled, clouded with thoughts. The memories of that day will never leave me—they keep lingering in my mind.

"She never hurt no one, not even Theon. She just told stories. Theon wouldn't hurt someone like that. Would he?" "Some people hurt others just because they can," said Jojen. "And it wasn't Theon who did the killing at Winterfell," said Meera. "Too many of the dead were ironmen." She shifted her frog spear to her other hand. "Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you."

"She never hurt no one, not even Theon. She just told stories. Theon wouldn't hurt someone like that. Would he?" "Some people hurt others just because they can," said Jojen. "And it wasn't Theon who did the killing at Winterfell," said Meera. "Too many of the dead were ironmen." She shifted her frog spear to her other hand. "Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you."

Snow groaned, her vision blurring as her knees hit the dirt. “Wow, isn’t she supposed to be dead?” one of the men said, his tone mocking. He wasn’t among the three she had seen earlier—this must have been the fourth brother. Snow collapsed, her gaze fixed on the sky. Her lungs filled with fire as her strength slipped away. So this is how I die, she thought. The silver was draining her power, her life. The man stepped closer, silver knife glinting. “Where I come from, women know their place.”