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Autumn asked. "At the city's mental asylum, she's been cared for for free. How annoying no one even knows the city of the Diviners not less seen them, luckily none of my family were even part of those people else I would never be allowed to see you again." Her grandfather said. Autumn stared at him with guilty eyes, he had no idea he was one of them too, he had seen Aidan and Kazu, and once seen when Aidan was in his ghost form, but couldn't tell they were ghost, he was inexperienced just like Autumn when she had her first encounter.

I should've learned not to do that anymore, it never works well for me. Today is just another day, life is passing, i haven't been sleeping, i don't know what a good night sleep is anymore. I sleep alone now, there's no Leo or Ace or anyone else anymore... I live alone, just me, myself and I. What a great life, I'm rumbling but it's the best i could do these days, tomorrow is my birthday, yeyyy one more year of my miserable life have passed. Mathew and Ace are throwing me a party, i asked them not to, i told them i don't want any. But they insisted, they promised me that Ghost won't be there, It'll be just us.

FREDERICK The Ghost was dead. It was the only thing I could think of as I staggered along on the dirt path beside the highway, hooking out my thumb as yet another wash of yellow headlights blinded me and sped past, blowing dust in my eyes. “Bloody hell,” I groaned, struggling not to breathe too deeply as my lungs burned from the pain that had not stopped tearing at my sides and back. I fisted the phone I had fished from the gray-eyed man’s shirt pockets firmly in my hand, the memory of the pike thrust firmly through his open mouth and shooting out the back of his head and chest as his bloodied eyes stared on sightless burned into my scalp.

"I only know because that the god's light in the blood of my family is lost. My father said that and he didn't say anything more. I'm always curious about the reason for this story." Olivia started thinking about something, then she said: "I've read a book named "The god's light". That book mentioned the reason for changing blood. Mixing blood can create and destroy divine light." "Oh, You are so knowledgeable! I've even heard anything about that book. Where did you find that?" "In my grandfather's library." "Oh! Your grandfather? Who is he?" "hmm... He's just a normal person..." "You're lying! Your grandfather is not that normal, you're concealing the truth. Just... be honest with me, pleas

Ghost pulls out a couple of pieces of paper and throws them down on the table, from brother to brother they make their way up to Austin, Max and me. I look up at Ghost with a humbled look. I was the one that brought Ghost in and was proud as hell when he was patched in less than a year later. I had found him at a bar, some college frat boy was drunk and wanting to pick a fight. Ghost is six four and three hundred pounds of muscle. Kid was out in less than a minute. Ghost has some demons, that much is evident when you see the names of the men he has killed with his bare hands tattooed on his back. "Shane?" Austin asks as I take in the two pictures.

“I’ll never laugh at you or judge you. That’s not who I am.” When I turned to face him, I realized that I still had my panties clutched in my hand. I took them and stuffed them beneath my buttocks on the seat and then smoothed my skirt. “A while ago, you asked me if the ghosts in the house were bothering me.” I waited for him to say something, but he simply looked at me, expectantly, so I continued. “At the time, I didn’t realize that we even had ghosts. Then, one afternoon while I was laying on top of my bed… err… napping in the nude, I felt someone making love to me. I thought it was Max, so I didn’t fully wake up.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Shit, this is embarrassing.”

I trembled. After I returned to the past, all of the details I had previously neglected screamed for my attention. I was absolutely certain at this point that Joy was behind my parents’ deaths. I did not manage to return to the point before my parents’ deaths and save them. But I could find proof of Joy killing them and bring her to justice so that my parents could rest in peace. At that moment, my phone rang. It was a call from Joy. “Alania, where did you go? I can’t find you in your ward.”

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.

I grab the bottle from inside my desk drawer and pour two fingers of whiskey, neat. The burn scorches my throat, and with it comes the memories I've spent years trying to drown. But whiskey doesn't bury ghosts. It just lets 'em breathe. And tonight, they're tearing their way out. Dragging me back to the night I put my father—Jax Bennett—down like the rabid dog he was.

Ghost did the thing he does when he knows a fight just got a second spine; he exhaled and let the air take his doubt with it. I stepped into Harper’s space until our breath mixed. “Tell me what you remember about last month,” I said. He looked lost. Nothing breaks me like that—good men adrift. “I remember… a morning in the mirror where the scar next to my eye looked newer than it should. I remember waking in my chair with a cramp in my hand I didn’t earn. I remember Velia thanking me for tea I didn’t bring. I remember…” He stopped. The wolf in me lifted his head. The human made room for it.