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I started to ask, but Gujin answered before I could say the word dead. “Sent back to the stars. I bet you will be a shooting star, not bound by orbit,” he whispered, and I could see his body and lip tremble as he lifted her body in his arms. He turned and looked at me as I braced myself through another contraction. “Angelica won’t be back. She has been weakened. Your child zapped her powers away at the end there. She will have to regroup and re-strategize now. She will use the nephalem once they are ready … but that won’t be your fight.” He looked at my stomach. “And they are going to be entering the world soon.” I looked at him and then down at Fury. “I’m so sorry. Thank you for protecting

Then Savannah whispered, “You buried truth for power.” Lucia looked past her, toward the window. “Truth is an expensive thing to keep alive.” *** The air thickened. Lucia rose slowly, the silk of her dress whispering along the cold steel rails of the chair. Thunder rumbled outside as if the sky itself had grown impatient. “You possess everything,” Lucia said, voice low and precise. “The Briggs serum, the flash drive, the original will. You can burn the past. Or you can bleed by it.” Savannah didn’t move. “And you offer me what in return?”

All she knew was that Nexus—whoever that glittery beaming menace truly was—had probably set her up like some divine prank show. The deeper it sank in, the more she considered writing a farewell letter and pretending she’d been kidnapped by forest ghouls just to escape whatever land god job description she’d apparently inherited. What was next? Insurance for spiritual artifacts? A salary? An HR department? Selena sighed and flopped onto her back, rain starting to trickle through the broken ceiling and onto her face. “I should’ve stayed unconscious in the hospital,” she muttered. “At least there, the snacks were free.”

Isla nodded and left. Lucia stepped back inside, her fingers tightening around the envelope. She didn’t open it right away. She scanned the room, then drew the curtains shut, locking the door behind her. Only when she was alone.. truly alone.. did she tear the flap. Inside were photos. She pulled the first one out… then the second… then a third. Each one stabbed like ice. Ryan. Johanna. Together. In a car. Outside some hotel. Her lips near his cheek. His hand resting on her knee.

" The silence that followed was thick, like the calm after a storm. They knew deep down that they had changed along with the world. As Diego and Mariana tried to deal with what had happened after the battle, someone stepped out of the shadows. They thought Lucia Torres was dead, but there she was, alive and bloody, with a look in her eyes that showed she was more than just trying to stay alive. Lucia said, "I was hoping we wouldn't have to meet like this again." Her voice was full of anger. "But the truth always finds you." Diego's jaw tightened, but Mariana stepped forward and narrowed her eyes. "Lucia, what are you doing here?" Mariana asked. "I thought you had lost." Lucia laughed bitterl

“Is it not something you can tell me now?” Sitting up way too quickly, I watch as her shoulders droop, and my worry intensifies. “Lucia?” I ask, touching her shoulder. “What is this about?” Lucia sighs, and when she looks back at me, her eyes are shining with tears. “When you come home late, do you spend your time with other women?” she asks. “I saw the lipstick on your collars and the perfume on your clothes sometimes. I mean, I know I’m not experienced or anything. I don’t know how to please you so you won’t go out there to find-”

Her shout got to the men who immediately paused to see what was happening. “Please, wait up” Lucia continued as her walking steps got slower. She finally got to them and displayed a bitter smile on her face. “What is it this time?” Wilson croaked. “I just wanted to return these. I don't need your dirty money” Lucia said, displaying the envelope and business card which she held. What she did next was something no one expected, as she took out the dollar notes and threw it at Wilson's face together with the business card. “See you in court” Lucia whimpered before heading back to the hospital.

Hell, maybe he could even get his own spinoff. Leah flitted off to work with an extra cinnamon roll, and I was left alone in the apartment. It was still morning yet, so I had time to kill. I elected to curl up on the couch with one of the lycan books Blair sent with me. It was unusual to get a book from Blair that was not old, leather bound, and smelled of dust and aged paper. This one was the most interesting by far because it was a paperback that looked to be written within the past decade or so. It looked too… normal. It had a publishing date and everything.

His throat tightened. “And I’ll keep finding you,” he whispered. “Every time.” Silence fell between us, not empty, but full. Heavy. Fragile. For a moment, the world felt steady. Until the door opened. Lucia stepped inside, clipboard in hand, expression unreadable. Her eyes flicked from me to Luca, then back to me. “Aria,” she said gently, “there’s been a development.” My heart stumbled. Luca’s body went rigid beside me. “What kind of development?”

Her eyes locked with Roman's one last time before she said, "Unfortunately, that day will never come.” “I am afraid that it already has.” But now the scene changes, and it doesn't seem to be a memory. But reality. Lucia. She was back. “Hello, Roman, it has been a while now, hasn’t it?” A gasp leaves my lips as I take a step back. “Oh no, she is going to kill him!” I tell the spirit and she nods in confirmation. I stare at her with appreciation and say, “Thank you.” “Be careful, little one.”