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Nyra and Selene turned to leave, shoulders touching in unity, but a soft rustle made them pause. Ember opened her silver-eyed gaze ;, she smiled sleepily, then closed her lids. Ashen shifted, her obsidian eyes fluttered open, just a slit. Nyra froze, her breath caught. Ashen sat up, small hand reaching toward the window’s last golden glow. She whispered, voice faint but chilling : “Mother…” Selene spun, Nyra’s heart thundered. Ashen’s lips curved in that same terrible smile. Her single heartbeat echoed… “I am Death.”

Into the one thing I didn’t have to pretend to understand. “There have been three deaths so far; one rogue, two vampires,” I began, keeping my tone measured. “The rogue seemed to have been poisoned by someone it trusted. There was no sign of a struggle, no sign of a fight. It was peaceful… too peaceful. The transition from life to death was seamless. Clean.” I let my eyes move across the table, watching their silent reactions.

He asks slowly. “Diego, he…” I begin, but stop as I remember the terrifying lycan that took Rosalie. “He’s not himself. He’s…” Fuck. This was so much harder than I imagined, but I had to get through it. I needed to deliver the news so that we could begin to plan our next step. “He’s lost, and Rosalie, he took her. We tried to stop them, but they were too powerful, and Devin, he, he’s… he’s dead, Anthrose. Devin is dead.” Gasping, I feel bile beginning to rise in my throat as images of all those dead begin to attack me, and as I rush to the balcony in front of me, I hear a piercing shriek fill the air.

Original Death is watching with patience that feels like inevitability. And the clock is ticking toward extinction.

"She doesn't believe me. Can't trust that anything between us is real when it started as strategy." Calla was quiet for a long moment. Then: "Can you blame her?" "No. That's the worst part. I can't blame her at all." A knock at the door interrupted us. Aria stepped in, her expression grim. "We have another death. Fourth one. Marcus's nephew, Adrian. Found in the training hall twenty minutes ago." My stomach dropped. Four deaths in less than six hours. "How long between this one and the last?" I asked. "Two hours. The pattern is exponential—twelve hours, three hours, two hours. If it continues, the next death will be in an hour. Then thirty minutes. Then fifteen." Aria's voice was flat. "At t

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.