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Lyra encouraged softly. "Valentine..." I whispered. Something stirred deeper this time. A melody. Faint at first...like it was underwater. Lyrics. Not English. My lips parted as the words slipped out, unfamiliar yet strangely natural. "...amare...luce...cor meum..." The tune wrapped around the words, soft...haunting...almost childlike. And then... A sharp sound. Glass shattering. I flinched. My breathing hitched. "Stay with it," Dr. Lyra said calmly.

I stood, panting, blood dripping from my chest and shoulder, the room a wreck around me. The lavender petals were scattered across the floor, their scent overwhelmed by the metallic scent of my blood. I’d get his blood to save Jarred, but first, I needed to make sure he didn’t wake up anytime soon.

“Voy a vivir el momento, Para entender el destino. Voy a escuchar en silencio, Para encontrar el camino. Y para qué llorar, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, Y para qué sufrir, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, la la la.” “Voy a reír, voy a bailar, Vivir mi vida, la la la la,” Ava in her fun sang along but again, she wasn’t getting all the words right that Lucian chuckled. “Hey,” she called with a pout, “if you are better, you sing along.”

I hoped I didn't sound too crazy. "If anyone else asked such a ridiculous question, I would give them some meaningless crystal and send them on their way. Your eyes tell me you are not some local crazy though." "My eyes?" My fingertips touched gently under my eyelids. "Lavender. It's very rare and written to hold power to free those of suffering." The man gave me a genuine smile. "I heard that before, but I'm unsure what it means."

Lira (POV) I dream in blood. Not memories. Not visions. Just moments—ripped raw from the marrow and threaded together with barbed wire. Draven’s breath in my ear, hot and smug. The slick sound of flesh tearing. My own voice—hoarse, guttural—begging not for mercy but for clarity. Tell me why. Tell me what I did to deserve this.

He settled down the Quill he ran his fingers through his hair not being able to bare what words he was going to say, turning his head to the peaceful flower still thinking he was dreaming but the more he pinched himself the more of a reality came. The door opened all heads down, clear that they knew showing the twins, Astro, and Daisy. The three had white roses in their hand, first the twins walked up to the side of Lavender both holding a rose in the palm of both their hands placing it in the bouquet of flowers. Their bright red wings dropped, holding hand and for once they were shut no laughter, no smile, no jokes. "Lavender." Olive wept. "We will always remember you." Clover whimpered tal

If love is pain then set me on fire Keep lifting me higher in your veins If love is pain then throw me in the water When I’m going under save me again I wipe my tears that escaped from my eyes and took a break from writing. I sigh heavily as I wipe my eyes with my hands. I rub it for a while and stared at the lyrics I've wrote down again. They’re one and the same Freedom and pain I’ve been craving the former all my life ‘Cause I think it’s worth the sacrifice You’re freer than most You think it’s a curse You think you’re killing me Your venom is my medicine

Nikon: “You were so good out there. It was such a heroic entry,” she giggled, mimicking his punch as we walked down the road. The sun had gone down now, and honestly, this had been a weird day. I had watched Lavender show me how someone can be happy even after going through a lot. She didn’t have a simple life. And after finding out it was her giving blood to my girlfriend while her mother took the credit for it, I realized Lavender’s life was messed up.

Before Ava could steady her breath, the air around her rippled again. A voice—not her mother’s—echoed through the chamber like thunder whispered through glass: “Daughter of Dusk… Child of Twin Blood…”

With unwavering determination, I nodded slightly and closed my eyes. “I’m ready, Mother.” The energy of the Lunas, who had sacrificed their blood to the vampires, began to flow into me. Their voices were faint but heart-wrenching. They whispered, each conveying their pain and suffering before succumbing to darkness. Each murmur broke my heart but also fueled my resolve. Sympathy and sorrow mingled within me, and with it, the power in my hands grew stronger. The blood crystal, once solid, began to crack. “Just a little more,” I murmured to myself, my voice barely audible above the roar of the wind.