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he said, tightening his grip around my waist when someone coughed, interrupting our moment. “I-I hate to break it to you all, and I know you missed each other so much…but I am dying here,” Harry said, and now his sofa is covered with his blood.

So, I reluctantly handed the task of dealing with Roy over to Harry and walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink straight from the bottle. Harry approached Roy, whose leg had now completely disappeared. Taking up a blade previously used by Peter, Harry aimed directly at Roy's neck, preparing to sever his head without giving him a chance to wait for death. Ethan, as an extra precaution, set up a protective barrier to prevent Roy from escaping, though the likelihood of that happening was slim to none at this point because Roy had exhausted all his strength enduring the pain caused by the magic potion, and now he lay helpless, allowing Harry to proceed with the execution.

His words felt like nails scratching in my head, increasing my irritation and anger both, “You are dumber than me. Do you really think that you can get to Alessio by harming me?” Harry shook his head with a wide grin, “No. He is going to lose his mate to a tragedy. Then maybe he will go mad. Maybe he will go in depression. Whatever the case will be, we will enjoy it and have fun.” “Oh my god…” I groaned, cringing, “seriously? Do you think this is some kind of TV drama where you can take over the reign of a nation by killing a girl that hero is paired with?” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You don’t need to be concerned about that.”

She turned and looked at him in disgust while he furrowed his brows, wondering if he had said the wrong thing. "Are you insane?!" She yelled at him with tears streaming down her eyes even if she wasn't sobbing. Lucas said nothing and stood erect, watching as she knelt close to her sister, open-mouthed. "Can't you see there is nothing we could do about it?! She's dead!" She yelled. "Hazel is dead and even a necromancer can't bring her back because she used herself as a sacrifice to open another portal and make sure it stays open!"

It might blow her cover that she overheard the conversation she heard. But the way she observd him it was not the signed she knew of an epileptic attack. She suspect he need a fix. It shocked her to the core. When did Harry became addicted to drugs? She wonders, is it the catch for him to kidnap her. Ok she need time to digest these things but first thing first. She pulled Harry to the bathroom and submerge his body in the ice cold water.

Damn, Clarice had frozen him! Water entered his mouth, nose and ears. He could no longer breathe. He was drowning! Due to panic, he forgot to chant a spell to save himself. His brain doesn’t function anymore. It was too late! He was dying. Darkness enveloped his consciousness and death claimed him. Clarice stood beside the bathtub, watching Kaspar die in front of her. Her eyes shimmered with satisfaction. Great! She has finally killed them all. She finally brought justice to herself and punished her tormentors with the kind of death they deserved.

They saw that he was awake and already looking towards Seb. Vidhant saw the clock and found that it was 10 at night of the next day; they didn’t realize that they awake from over 36 hours. Harry gets shot in the morning of last day, and now it’s 10 at night of the next day. “I again failed,” Harry said and turned his gaze towards the window where there was only darkness. Seb turns his sight towards the other side, because more than knowing the truth he was drowning in the pit of guilt, that he was the only one due to whom his father was in that condition.

Harry looked up to see that Debby was still bleeding and the white horse was sniffing her in the process, like she was an utterly useless piece of trash. Harry locked the zoo and moved out of the remote area of the mansion then got into his car. He drove off to the hospital. On arrival, Harry wondered who the lady that had spoken could be. He didn’t believe in miracles and he was never a religious person.

he pursed his lips as he stood at the opposite side of the table. "It's suicidal." I heaved another sigh before finally mustering the courage to look him in the eye. I didn't even know how to tell him I was going to die soon but my lips parted regardless. "I had a vision." I said and his frown deepened. "That I died, and Green was holding me in her arms. Crying." I mumbled while his eyes widened in horror. His body stiffened and silence reigned amongst us for minutes. "Which is why I'm hoping to avert it with this spell." My voice broke the silence as I pointed to a page but he didn't even look. His petrified status kept staring at me in disbelief.

having a. "Heart attack?" I laughed, continuing the dance. "Call... a..." I stopped dancing and put my hands on his bed, leaning forwards and letting my breasts hang. "Shhhh, Harry. It'll all be over soon." "You... fucking... bitch! Ahhhh!" "Take a good look at my tits, Harry. It's the last time you'll ever see them," I laughed. "Cunt! Ahhh! Whooore!" I watched Harry take his last breaths before he finally succumbed to a fatal heart attack. I stood for a few moments after, staring and waiting for the chance of a revival. It didn't come. Harry was dead. I felt nothing, but a part of me died to.