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AKUJI LILITH NAREZZA POV I was drinking water in the kitchen today, when I felt sad because of my father's sudden Call to me through TeleCom (Telepathy Communication) "Lilith, is the princess we suspect in front of you yet?" My father asked... "Uhmmm yes father, I've already faced the prince we suspect is the holder of the Life and Death Hold" Said a female voice of one of my friends... "Keep a close eye on him so we can get more information if Prince Elior Dritan Faro is really the Life And Death Holder"

I glanced at Derek as he smiled back at her. Shivers ran over me. I'd killed Jenson and Crazy Eyes, but I wasn't proud. I was relieved, and I sure as hell wasn't smiling about it. "What happened to you two?" Grant eyed the injured girls. "The dead. They found us after..." A girl with short brown hair tightened the blanket around her shoulders. I examined the girls, looking for any other wounds. "How many of you were hurt by biters?" "Shelley's dead," Celia said. "Tanya and Kim were just scratched."

“This doesn’t read right.” Keller leaned in over her shoulder. “What doesn’t?” She angled the phone to show him. “The timing. Daniel just made him our main link—now he’s dead?” Keller didn’t blink. “Pretty convenient,” Selena said, her suspicion plain. She scrolled to the last page. She found the note—typed, short. Too perfect. Her pulse steadied. That eerie calm when chaos starts making a pattern. “This…” she said quietly. Keller caught her meaning. “What?”

"Aren't you curious why he isn't here?" Ariel had a sinking feeling in her stomach. The next second, Lori tilted her head and continued with a grin, "Because he's celebrating his living future mother-in-law's birthday!" She placed extra emphasis on the word "living", clearly trying to undermine the solemnity of Elena's death anniversary. Ariel froze. She hadn't expected this turn of events. Lori pulled out her phone and shoved it into Ariel's face. "Ms. Stanton posted on her Instagram this morning. Today is Mrs. Stanton's birthday, and Mr. Larkin booked a resort villa for a party. Why would he remember your mother's gloomy death anniversary?"

“Anyone but Adam Dalton.” Author's note: Oop, why does Hazel sound scared? 👀 Who wants a Hazel and Alan bonus POV? Comment and I’ll drop it.

Suddenly the lights went out and I quickly fell on the couch and closed my eyes. When the lights came back up everyone dramatically gasped and cried out. “She’s dead!” Grayson screamed. “There’s a murderer in this room!” “No fucking way!” Lee said excitedly. “It’s a murder mystery party!” “Detective Lee, you must solve this!” Lulu said hysterically. Lee quickly opened his envelope that had secrets about everyone here in it. I rose up from the couch. “You’re supposed to be dead,” Lee pointed out. “I’m a ghost,” I responded. “I cannot rest until my murderer is found. Any guesses right now?”

I have no idea why I’m saying this shit. Lorene leans away and looks at me. “You keep telling yourself that, Sofia. My man, Curly, says the two of you have the burn.” My face heats and she laughs. “Dagger’s something else and about as hot as they come. Curly’s pretty hot in a middle-aged kind of way, but he don’t hold no candle to Dagger. Never heard a woman complain about sleepin’ with Dagger either. You can’t fool an old horndoggy like me.”

I have no idea why I'm saying this shit. Lorene leans away and looks at me. "You keep telling yourself that, Sofia. My man, Curly, says the two of you have the burn." My face heats and she laughs. "Dagger's something else and about as hot as they come. Curly's pretty hot in a middle-aged kind of way, but he don't hold no candle to Dagger. Never heard a woman complain about sleepin' with Dagger either. You can't fool an old horndoggy like me."

“Don’t overthink it, Victor. Lyriel is dead.” **** The morning was supposed to be quiet, but the internet had other plans. Phones buzzed, notifications piled up, and every major headline read the same thing... SHOCKING NEW VIDEO OF LYRIEL WHITMORE SURFACES...RECORDED BEFORE HER DEATH. It didn’t take long before everyone was watching it... including Damien. He sat at the dining table with a cup of untouched coffee beside him, staring at the screen of his laptop. The video was already halfway through buffering. His assistant had rushed into the room earlier, almost breathless, and said, "You need to see this… now."

He smiled at the camera and held a knife to her throat. The text said: “Bring Liam tonight. No police. No tricks. Or Chloe dies before you even arrive.” My blood turned ice cold. Julian was already there. And he looked ready to kill.