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My heart almost leaped out of my chest at the thought of it…what would we tell the police if she died? The scene changed… and now, I was in the nursery, doting on the seven-day-old Lily when Sally’s voice cut through the silence yet again… scarring the hell out of the little Lily, who began wailing. I’d lifted her in my arms and brought her close to my bare chest, whilst I turned to face Sally who has now stormed into the room panickly. “What’s going on, Babe?” “She’s dead!” “Who is?” I asked gently, trying not to scare little Lily.

When Sally woke up, her right hand was wrapped up like a burrito. “Mom—!” After the girl woke up, the first thing she thought of was Nicole. Before she fell unconscious, the last image she saw was Nicole being lifted onto a stretcher, her entire body covered in blood. Her mom’s body was already in very bad condition… Could she still hold on…? “Aunt Nat is fine.” Zane stood up and propped a pillow up behind Sally, letting her lean on the bed comfortably. “I don’t know if Freya hesitated at the end or if her hand slipped.

Separated by a wall, we fought our ghost independently in the unforgiving winter night. The full realization of Sally's death hit me then and my head fell into my hands. I could see her even now, the spill of silky, voluminous hair that was more silver than gold when she first crashed into me at the hotel on my way to the restroom, coincidentally the same day Dean met his downfall. Her bright smile, so innocent that even then, I had a premonition that she would get in trouble for it. She was so naive, so innocent, and I confirmed this when she made it a point to come say hi to me every day at the office after our first encounter.

“Sally looked really happy after she tried it, so I didn’t think it would hurt anything to do it once.” I kept my expression neutral to keep Kyle from feeling like I was judging him. “Then what happened?” I asked. “I was having a good time,” he said. “We were dancing and drinking beer. Then I don’t remember anything else until I woke up in my apartment. My roommate was screaming, and Sally was dead.” “And you were holding a knife?” “Yeah, I was holding a bloody knife.” Tears rolled down his face. “I would never hurt Sally, Miss Wilson, never.”

Sally I opened my eyes to a white ceiling. I looked around, everywhere was white. I was in a hospital. I remembered having a very bad dream. It was a dream where my dad and Iris were shot. Shot by Pamela. Yes! It was just a dream. He would come in anytime soon to check up on me. I was sure about that. "Sally, how are you feeling?" I heard a voice. It was Cisco. He helped me sit up properly, my head was throbbing hard.

“Sorry about that. You weren’t meant to get pregnant. I guess another variable to plan… You must understand that I must do this. You’re the only one who can go back a long time. I’ve regressed more than fifty times and nothing worked. We tried over and over again. You died every single time. My mate died every single time. Adolphus and I were pretty devastated.” “Sally is your mate, right? I saw her in one of my dreams.” “Yes, she is. She has an ability that always gets her killed. She is an Omega so she makes a use of dreams. But most of the times, her ability drains her and eventually, she’s killed in the dreams. If she’s dead in one of them, she dies in reality with heart failure. I’ve ke

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

I didn't see the break light of Sally, and I was sure she didn't go to work on Sunday. I decided to find out for myself. I walked to Sally's room and began knocking at the door. There was no response. I wanted to turn around and leave, concluding that she wasn't in. But I knew I didn't see her leave the house or hear her cat engine. I opened the door and was shocked to see Sally lying on the floor in her room. At first, I thought she was dead. I rushed to her and knelt beside her. She had her arms wrapped around her stomach as she whimpered softly.