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Magic rolled outward in a perfect circle, bowing the trees, shaking the earth, and ripping sound out of the air. The Aswang shrieked. “You don’t know what you—” “Enough,” she whispered. It started to burn. White fire without flame, light without heat, and a shadow flaked apart from its limbs. “Tamawo,” it hissed. “We are coming. We smell the crack. We smell him. We smell—” She stepped forward, and the last pieces disintegrated. Silence slammed down. Her knees buckled. Umbra caught her, but darkness swallowed everything.

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We eat in quiet rhythm, words and glances punctuating the meal like stops and starts on a broken line. The room is a mix of shadows and warmth, the dim light casting our reflections against the walls. I look around and see the remnants of a life once shared, the frayed edges of a well-worn sofa and a rug faded by too much sun. Memories linger in every corner, in the chipped paint and worn-out cushions, silent witnesses to years of fighting for something that wouldn't last. The quiet is almost too much, but neither of us seems to want to fill it with empty words. Jack is hunched over his plate, his broad shoulders a map of familiar lines that I once traced with love and anger. He seems smalle

Sienna’s boots crunched on dry pine needles, the shack a fading speck behind them as she and Roman cut deeper into the woods. The truck’s bloody mess was miles back, that scream still ringing in her skull, but the air here was still—too still—thick with the tang of sap and something sharper, like metal or smoke. Her fingers flexed around the vial in her pocket, its cold glass a tether to whatever hell Dorian had left her, and Roman walked ahead, his stride long and sure, gun tucked close, his silence loud enough to grate on her nerves.

Because she doesn’t run to safety— She runs into places where she can disappear. Where she can vanish. Where she thinks no one will find her. Except— I already have. The scent hits me first. Blood. Not fresh. Layered. Older. My jaw tightens. She was already injured. Already fighting. Before I ever reached her. Before the warehouse. Before she stayed. Before she touched me. And she still— Stayed. The realization burns deeper than the silver. I turn the corner— And see her.

Sweat slicked our bodies; every glide grew smoother, hotter. I raked my nails down his back, hard enough to leave angry red lines. He snarled, slammed in sharper, angling just right to batter that swollen spot inside me. Lightning shot up my spine. White sparks burst behind my eyelids. I screamed as my hips snapped up to meet every brutal drive. He shifted his weight and braced one thick forearm beside my head. The other hand dove between us as his fingers found my clit, he circled firmly and fast, no teasing, no mercy.

She says hugging into me, i take the card from her hands and i open the door then hand it back to her, when i know she's protected I engulf my body in flames and I swing open the door, lines and lines of salt sat across my path, dark mountains ash was glued to the floor. I imagine in the hopes that nobody could break the barrier by accident. Taking a nervous breath I step over it, as I do the salt, the mountain ash and the glue burns to a crisp, breaking the barrier and allowing us to leave.

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