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Payton asked while hanging his sentence at the end, feeling doubtful whether he should continue it or not because he didn't want to trigger his trauma, but Michael understood. "Yes, it's her; that's Diana; by that, I mean that Diana, Payton," Michael answered, to which Payton nodded in response. "Hmm, are you sure, Master? It could be, you know, delusions? It's impossible for someone who is already long dead to suddenly appear in front of you." "I had the same thought as you at first. But I'm pretty sure it's real now; I touched her on the shoulder once and she didn't fade. I even had time to talk to her." Michael explained as he raised his hand to touch his chest.

I finally asked, deciding to play along with his story. There was no way Michael would let someone hit him without leaving behind a gift in return. Literally. The face of whoever crashed into him was probably unrecognizable by now—or maybe they were already dead. I wouldn't doubt it for a second. After all, Michael was a mafia boss and a strong one at that. Killing someone should be effortless for him. He stared at me. “They’re still alive.” “Are you serious?” I asked, still unconvinced. He nodded, his brow furrowing slightly. I could tell he hadn’t expected my reaction.

Logically speaking, there was no way Anthony survived. When the call connected, Blair said, “Solomon, Anthony is alive!” “What?” Solomon thought he heard wrongly. “What did you say? Who’s alive?” “Anthony Fowler. He approached Mabes yesterday...” Blair told Solomon about what Mable had said. Solomon could not believe it. “That can’t be. How is Anthony that lucky?” He thought about it. “Back then, wasn’t it Arthur who tampered with the IV? Could it be that he didn’t die at that time, and someone rescued him after he was thrown into the sea?”

Ha, that didn't go unnoticed and didn't make them feel even the slightest bit happy but much more perturbed, restless and stiff the whole time. "Since we are all here, let me break the news that might make some of us here happy and some extremely heartbroken. Mika'il is not dead, he is alive and well." He dropped the bomb, closing his eyes for a second to not see what he doesn't want to. The room is now pin drop silent, not even the ones playing with their feet continued, it halted in a screeching stop. No one said anything for another five minutes before Mujaheed opened his mouth, "He is alive? How is that possible? We've prayed and buried his arm ourselves so how?" Exactly, what everyone h

How could a man so full of life earlier today be dead now? Michael wipes his face with his sleeve and stumbles out of the car. “He was found in the sanctuary,” he mutters, his voice flat with shock. “Someone called me, so I rushed over. He was lying cold on the floor in his robes... holding his rosary.” He pauses, crossing his chest with a trembling hand. “He died fighting demons,” Michael declares solemnly. My hand flies to my chest. I don't share his pious belief in demons. My mind races to a far darker fear: Did I drain the life out of him earlier today? Did our encounter trigger a heart attack?

A decision I should've stuck with, none of this would've happened if I did. They helped Antony down with the equipment, taking his inside. "On a scale of 1-10 how weird was that?" Michael appeared behind me, tucking his hands into his pocket. "I'll give it about a six, though I'm sure it counts as negative in your corner." "It does. Mr Antony will get treatment from the best doctors in the country and this will be our base of operations. It has everything we need to plan our mission.I nodded and we kept moving. "Now that the world thinks he's dead, what next?"

We walked into the hospital cafeteria, and as we headed to the drinks section, someone called out my name. I looked towards the direction of the voice and saw Michael standing a few feet away from me. He looked different. Terribly different. His hair was a mess, he had grown a full beard, and he had bags under his eyes. Clearly, the last six months haven't been easy for him, but I didn't care. "Michael—" "She's dead." I froze. My words got stuck in my throat, as I tried to make sense of what he just said. Dead? Luna is dead?

“What does that mean?” Adrian looked directly at Daniel. “It means your brother didn’t die that night.” The tunnel went completely silent. Daniel stared at him. No reaction at first. Like his mind refused to process the words. Then— “What?” Adrian’s gaze never moved. “Michael survived the crash.” Daniel’s breathing became uneven instantly. “No.” “He was taken.” Victor frowned deeply. “By the Council?” Adrian nodded slowly. “They couldn’t risk his death becoming public before recovering the files.”

"No! Wait until Michael's checked it out." She slashes me a look, then subsides as I raise a finger. "We brought you along on the condition you behaved." Her shoulders sag, but she nods. Michael calls back. "It's him... I... I think he's dead. Charlotte... I'm sorry... I'm so..." He turns, hands outheld... The something moves... Simultaneously, there's a groan, almost a cry, "He's alive... Christ! He's alive!" Charlotte charges forward and this time, I'm right with her.

His eyes were closed. A new fear gripped me. Cold and sharp. “Is he…” I whispered, the words choking me. “Is he dead?” Michael’s arms tightened around me. “No,” he said, his voice certain. “He’s not dead. He’ll survive. He’ll survive to pay for every single crime. For this. For Millie. For everything.” He said it with such finality. It wasn’t a hope. It was a plan. I looked at Matt’s unconscious form again. The blood seemed so vivid. He hit his head so hard. But Michael was right. He was breathing. I could see the slight rise of his chest.