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"Are you sure this is what you want? We could find you . . ." "I need some of the normal world," Jane said, "but I'm not leaving you." Talia didn't understand. "Jane . . . what's going on?" Something occurred to her. "Dammit, I'm sorry. We never asked what happened . . ." "I didn't kill him," Jane said, answering the unasked question. "I didn't have to." It was Jane's turn to recount everything, from breaking into her old house to the fight with the Shoggoth to the visit with her mother. Anya almost cried, and even Talia held back a sniffle.

Zarion’s POV I found myself submerged in a terrifying haze. A realm where reality melded with the darkest corners of my mind. And in the depths of that distorted reality, I stood over a figure, my hands locked around her throat. A face flashed within my consciousness, etching itself into the fabric of my thoughts—a face belonging to a girl…a girl I once loved. Cassidy—her name’s Cassidy. As my grip tightened, a surge of inexplicable guilt rippled in my chest, rendering me unable to carry out the malevolent act that my instincts beckoned me to commit. I staggered backward, my chest heaving as my body protested against the violence that had threatened to consume me.

THIRD POV Jane sat at the questioning table, lost as to why she was there. She had gone to see Fabian and he was all that mattered to her, so why was she being arrested? Was she perhaps doubted to be the killer? “I didn't do this! I swear! It is all Blaire's fault!” She yelled out for the tenth time. The police officer rubbed his weary forehead. “Why do you keep on saying that? You have been repeating that stamemt over and over again. How is she the one at fault? Did she try kill him?”

He switched on the news station and I watched with wide eyes as the news presenter gave me heartbreaking news. Jane Bachor, a twenty seven year old woman who was killed by her boyfriend Marco Nelson. The accused confessed to the crime during early hours today. According to the accused, they had a fight and he pushed her. Unfortunately, she landed on a sharp edge and died on the spot. The accused claims that it was an accident and that they court should grant him bail or grant him pardon seeing that it was just an accident. Although the fact that he left her corpse in his car trunk says otherwise. Moving to the economic sector, the inflation_

Jane pauses from pacing around, then continues talking, “Every single penis-gendered creature in this prison would do anything to win points from him to get on his good side. If you become the fish… they’ll do everything to hunt you down.” I raise my shoulder and let it fall, “They are already hunting me down.” “Yep! Now imagine if you get on his bad side and make things even worse.” She pauses for a while, inhale sharply and then continues, “The third person is Hana, the queen of prison. She’s half American and half Korean. In 2014, she walked into a crowd and started a bloodshed no one could stop. All by herself, she killed two hundred people in minutes. She didn’t use big machines or loud

"imagine our lives without those two in it, it would be a peaceful one. Carmella would surport me in that." "Yeah she would. She would finally get the man of her dream all to herself." I added. "Yeah she would, and that would make her really happy." "Can I ask you a question Jane?" I asked. "Yeah go on." She replied. "Have you ever killed someone? I asked. "Yeah I have, I shoot at someone but he did survive but ended being killed by my cousin, Jason." She said. "The bastered almost raped me and I shot him with his gun on his left leg."

said Nathan as finally Jane said,” I cannot breathe. And Nathan let her go. “Are you fine?” asked Nathan as he looked at her in a concerned manner. “Well as fine as one can be after killing a man,” said Jane. Her face was still pensive and she had lost her usual glow and demeanour which was expected at this point of time. But the ordeal that she had been through…no woman ever should tolerate at any point of time. “You killed him in self defense, and I am glad that you did, because if not then I would definitely have killed him myself,” said Nathan and then looked at Susan who was nodding with the same grim realization.

“Her friend said she went to catch an adulterer. I don’t know the details. Just go find your mother!” Then, the call disconnected. “Catch an adulterer?” I turned to my mother in confusion. She avoided my gaze and whispered into my ear, “I’ll explain later.” Just then, another doctor approached us, holding a report. “The victim's face was too badly damaged to identify, and she wasn’t carrying any identification or personal belongings. We ran her DNA through the national database. The deceased has been identified as Susan Jacklin.” The moment the name was spoken, Claire’s eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the floor. Susan Jacklin was my mother-in-law’s name.

If it wasn't for him, Jane would've become Zander's next victim. It makes me sick thinking about it. She could have been trapped in that nightmare- claimed by him, marked, and forced into a life she didn't choose. Just like all the others. Just like her sister. The thought of Jane in Zander's grasp, of his putting his mark on her the way he did to so many... My grip tightening around the steering wheel at the image. If Oliver hadn't helped, she wouldn't be here- she'd still be living in fear, waiting for the day he forced himself on her when she turned seventeen. That day is drawing closer, and if things had gone differently, Zander would've claimed her by then.