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“You’re not alone.” Luca looked up at the stars and then back at me. “I have one more secret,” he said. “Something I’ve never told anyone. Not even Salma.” I leaned in. “What is it?” He hesitated a bit, then whispered, “My father… he’s alive.”

Marcus isn’t shaking anymore. But he’s also not moving. Sarita swallows hard. “Is he… is he dead?” Good fucking question. Because that was exactly what was running through my mind too. Lucas shakes his head, jaw tight. “No… he’s not. I can still hear his heartbeat.” He’s trying to sound strong, but I know him. This is messing him up. He’s probably already blaming himself. I squeeze his shoulder, making him look at me. “He’s gonna be alright.”

"...this young healer... has saved countless lives with her astonishing talent and compassionate heart..." "Let's give another round of applause for our star healer, Ms. Lucia Morrison!" Lucia Morrison. Not Lucia WilMaxims anymore. She had changed her last name. But that face... those eyes... "Lucia..." Ronan's voice was a ragged whisper from the depths of his soul. "Lucia is alive..." He used all his strength to crawl toward the TV, trying to get closer to the screen. "You're not dead... you're not dead... I knew you weren't dead..."

Liana pressed a hand against her mouth, her entire chest tightening, her eyes stinging unexpectedly. She typed back. Liana: Who is this? The reply came quickly. Unknown: Lukas. She recognized the name instantly. Viktor’s right-hand man. Calm, unreadable, fiercely loyal. Liana: How is he really doing? Not the “he’s fine” version. The truth. A brief pause. Then: Lukas: He’s awake. Weak. In pain. Stubborn as hell. The doctors want him sleeping, but he won’t close his eyes until he knows you’re safe.

“You can't lift me, Alina. Go. I'll be fine.” Luca didn't say a word, he bent and patted Mikhail’s cheeks, the walked out of the storage container. I followed him, my heart fluttering away as I watched Adriano, praying that he wasn't dead. …praying that he wasn’t already gone, and that I hadn’t just killed the last part of myself I could still live with.

“Well then I hope they have Alina marry you. Like she was supposed to.” “She’s pretty?” I nod slowly. “And worth a lot more trouble than me. But she did pretend to be sick and dying just so she wouldn’t have to marry you.” “If it gives you any comfort, believe me, if she were in your place, I would’ve let her die than try to save her,” Magnus claims, a touch of honesty to his voice. I ignore that. Nothing he says can comfort me. “Is Alec still alive?” His eyes are back on me, intense and demanding. “I haven’t killed him all these days. What makes you think I did it now?”

I called Luca first. “You saw the video?” I asked. Luca sounded like he hadn’t stopped pacing since the news broke. “Saw it? I’ve already contacted our lawyer, the Feds, and two cyber teams. He’s in a condemned warehouse outside Ogunlana. Lillian’s right... it’s a setup.” I didn’t respond. “You’re going, aren’t you?” Luca asked, voice flat. “With backup.” “You better not die, Nathaniel. If you do, I’ll revive you just to slap you and kill you again.”

Because I finally saw him. The man who’d been haunting us since the beginning. The one Luca swore was dead. Mateo Cruz. Alive. And staring right at me. Before everything went black again.

He remembered Lara’s screams, the fear in her voice, and the way Alex had fought by his side until the very end. "We need to find Lara," Magnus growled, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. His body screamed in protest, but he forced himself to stand. He couldn't rest, not while his Luna was missing and his best friend was clinging to life. "She’s out there. I know she’s alive. I can still feel her." The Gamma guard rushed forward, alarmed by Magnus’ attempt to stand. "Alpha, please, you're still injured. You need to rest—"

It'd been two days, and no one could find her body. Magnus, lounging casually on the plush leather sofa, raised an eyebrow as he set his phone down with deliberate ease. His expression was a mixture of mild amusement and exasperation, as though my outburst was nothing more than an overreaction he'd witnessed countless times before. "Riana, you're overreacting," he said, calm but edged with a subtle condescension. "Milana is dead. You saw her fall from that cliff. There's no way she survived. No one could."