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He didn’t wait for a response he just hurriedly walked to their room. Pushing the doors open, Erica stood over Runa’s paralyzed body as she placed something over her. “Call your pack, they’ll be here any moment.” She warned to a confused Ace. “I finally know who this is.” Ace blinked before setting the children down, “Who are they Erica??” He asked to which she smirked. “You’re not gonna like it but it’s my dead daughter. Also your dead mate.” Those words left him silent. What was he going to do now?

A loud bang reverberated through the house, blood and brain matter splattering all over the place. "What are we going to do about Jericho? I won't be able to get to him in time and if you want to save Quinn then you'll have to leave now," Ace stepped on the dead asshole's body and then stepped off instead of sidestepping it like a normal human. "We just have to wait," I muttered, resisting the urge to grind my molars. Pulling out my phone, I stared at the home screen as if it would magically provide me with the solution I needed.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

*Vincenzo Ace.* I sensed it. The fear of impending danger. It was an intuition on my part. I got the information that Mitchell died. Whoever pulled that fucking trigger had cleared all evidence of their horrible acts—had silenced the only mouth that could speak to expose their ferocious plans, and at the same time, had presented to me that they were around, lurking in the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

I stαggered bαck α step‚ my mind reαplying my own voice through the intercom‚ cold αnd impαtient. Drαw the blood. If she dies‚ compensαte her fαmily. As long αs Elenα lives. “Thαt wαs… her?” I whispered‚ my chest burning αs the reαlizαtion finαlly tore through me. “The donor… wαs Celeste?” No one αnswered me.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

I remembered, processing everything. "Yes, Nish, the first days were hard, but I was trying again and again to get to you," Max commented with a downcast face. "How do you explain your death?" I frowned, feeling a bit nervous. "I want to clarify that I did not commit suicide, Nish, who would believe that?" I loved my life and sadly it was taken from me, ”he snapped a little annoyed. "Do you know who killed you, Max?" I wanted to know. We were talking about what I had suspected all this time: that Max had been murdered and there was a murderer on the loose.

Ace's POV "He was murdered by his own son. I killed him." I watched her silently as she froze in her place. With her Turquoise eyes wide in shock, her lips parted. The color of her face drained the moment she heard those words left my mouth. The truth I had been hiding in the deepest corner of my memories. The ugliest and darkest truth of my life I never wanted to reveal before her. She kept quiet. Only unbearable silence echoed throughout the hall. Other than shock and disbelief, I couldn't read a single emotion on her beautiful face. Because there was none.

Only once he was settled in the driver's seat did I ask my question. "Gunnar, you told him didn't you?" Ace's fingers flexed around the steering wheel, "I needed my brother's help, Miranda," he glared out the windscreen, not even offering me a glance. "He's mad at me, isn't he?" I knew the answer but I wanted confirmation. "That's putting it mildly," Ace mumbled under his breath. "He's going to kill me," a squeak left my parted lips, "and no one is going to find my body. Oh my God, I'm going to die. And he's going to be the one that kills me. Tory was right!"

Noah explained. That was my answer; Ace didn't do it; he didn't know about my mother's condition, and he wouldn't want to kill himself. “So according to the video, something was in the drink Ace was supposed to drink but mother drank it, so whatever Zade mixed in the drink was not intended to kill mother but give Ace and heart attack, I mean Ace would be driving, so if he has a heart attack, it would be said he had an accident and died, am I right Zade?” I said the version that made sense in my head.