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I find it especially comforting today. We came in a separate car to the rest of the family. The Alpha had to stay home; he's still weak and recovering, which was easy enough to spin to the media. Privately, we also agreed that it would be unsafe for him to come. Charles is, quite frankly, losing it. Who knows what he might attempt next, or where.

A faint pang of regret lingered, why hadn't I done this sooner? I'd discarded my old SIM, bought a new one under a false name, and kept contact only with Bella. "Claire... you have no idea. Aaron's gone mad trying to find you," she said cautiously. "Some of his Capos got replaced for failing him... and Vivian? She's been sent abroad." "His temper's dangerous these days. Nobody dares slip up." I let a faint, almost imperceptible smile ghost across my face. "He's holding on to a love that exists only in his mind. The moment he sees it for what it really is, I'll no longer matter to him."

She reached over the sheets, still warm on his side, and sighed. The Fall Festival had felt like something out of a dream. Cornstalks. Candied apples. Spontaneous dancing under string lights. And that kiss—God, that kiss. It had started out staged. But somewhere between the hand on her lower back and the way he said her name like it was a promise, it became real. Real enough that when the camera crew cheered and their photo was posted on the retreat’s social media with the caption “True Love Wins!”, Ivy felt a bolt of panic she couldn’t explain.

The aspirin was useless. Not because it didn't function anymore, but because Vanessa found that she didn't need it after all. Her migraines died out after her talk with Jake and they did not return. When she woke in the morning, she grabbed her phone to see if Jake had texted her, while half-praying he hadn't texted her. But there was no message from an unknown number. She frowned, a little disappointed, and she did not understand why she felt disappointed. She sighed, dropped her phone and rolled out of bed.

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Soon the car was out of their sight. “ E 'fatto." ( Its done.) " Bene. Non essere in ritardo. " (Don’t be late.) Fernando said from the other end of the call and then disconnected the line. After that Leonardo abandoned his cell phone on the table attaching with the charger. He pressed his hands on the tiles of the wall . Warm water cascade down his broad shoulder. He tilted down his head and relaxed his tiered muscles. The water washed the dry bloods of Enzo. The motherfucker got what he deserved.

I was meant to die, and they despise me for it, they’re bitter, because my promised one has come to greet me. Seth is so much bigger and taller than I thought he would be, broad-shouldered, with alabaster skin and black hair. His eyes are dark orange and I’m mesmerized because I’ve never seen a color like it. He is wearing casual clothes, a polo, and long brown pants because he wouldn’t be busy today. But his frown plastered over his face shows he was so worried about me. I flashed my fangs, victorious because I had won. He takes my hand and everyone watches as he is forced to get down on one knee and kiss the hand of the woman he failed to kill.

They were dressed seriously in black and were busy helping out at the funeral, as if doing their best to play the part of mourners. Family and friends came in one after the other to offer their condolences, and Fenris finally appeared in the end. He looked like a changed man. He was so skinny that his eyes had sunk in. He knelt in front of my tombstone. His fingers trembled as he gently caressed my picture on it. There was tenderness in his eyes that I had never seen before. "I've let you down, Selene. I will use the rest of my life… to make it up to you…"

I hesitated for only a second then I pressed decline. I powered the phone off, slid the SIM card out with practiced ease, and dropped it into the trash. The engine roared to life. Lila’s figure blurred through the glass. I looked out at the city—New York, in all its brutal beauty. One last glance. One final exhale. May we never meet again, Kael. Enjoy your wedding. Just like you wanted. There’ll never be a naive Seraphina Dusk bothering you again. I left her behind—dead and buried in New York.

“I’m not sure…” “Listen Gabriel. I can tell you believe what you say is true, but technology can debunk anything you have. You researched my name because you are a terrorist.” Agent Fuller pointed to a file then capturing Gabriel’s attention. “I lied before. You are in the database, but it’s not making much sense. Gabriel Hall has been dead for over thirty years. Tragic car accident with his entire family and his older brother Ezekiel Hall. So there is no way you are who you claim.”