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"I mean have you seen any canal or any water channel near....and you might have fallen in that after which you got your trauma or those nightmares." "It's on Millus road." I replied and she started looking at Ethan. Everyone fell silent. "Millus Road?" Dr. Sophia repeated after me. "Are you sure?" She asked and I nodded. "I'm 100% sure Dr.," I reassured her. "I can't forget that place where my life was changed or you can say stopped. I never moved on. Millus is the longest road without any turn or stop. So it's impossible to find a river near that road. I fell silent. I have no other thing to say or ask. She looked at me for some time and wrote something on the medical sheet.

Then I remembered immediately. We were on an untarred road, with no houses as far as the eyes could see, just a stretch of dusty, hazy landscape. Harmattan was thick in the air. Foggy, with thin air that made it almost difficult to breathe deeply. The driver stopped on the side of the road and turned round in his seat to look at me. "Oga. . . " "Yeah, yeah, you want your money, I get it." I brought out some money from my pocket and gave it to him.

I wanted to say something but he stooped for a while and djust continued flying down the express in supersonic speed. The car didn’t stop till we got to that really lonely road you know the kind in the movies with nothing but silence and then a shot from far away that makes it look like someone’s watching from afar. The car stopped and he alighted after specifically telling me to stay in the car. I went back into his car like that morning when I was meeting his friends but I didn’t go too down so I would be able to see Beck as he was standing on guard with his gun in his hand looking over and all about the lonely road of route 17

The road was heavy with traffic, and the red Firebird stood out like a sore thumb. Solntse wove in and out of the cars, engine nearly neighing as the car exulted in the feel of wind on its hood. Anya thumbed through a fashion magazine she had found on the floor while Morozko listened to NPR. Soon, they were on the Beltway that circled America’s Capitol, crowded by trucks and commuters in a frenzy of cars. It was a great ouroboros, never-ending as the lanes swallowed one another and looped back on themselves. They arrived at Georgetown’s line of resplendent shops. Solnste parked in a private garage and the doors opened of their own accord. Anya hopped out, her footsteps light. Morozko c

With a flawlessly executed shift into drive, Roman Lysander pulled onto the main road and into the traffic. The radio played softly, the music too faint for me to discern. I focused on the passing cityscape, trying to avoid overheating from being so close to Roman. The lights merged, and the life and excitement outside the car became as frenetic as only a city like America could offer.

I grabbed the edge of the boot with both hands and looked out and immediately understood the problem. The road was dark and unpaved and lined on both sides with dense bush that pressed close to the edges. The car was moving so fast the trees were blurring. If I rolled out at this speed onto an unpaved road I was going to hit the ground at a velocity that an omega body was not built to survive. I thought about that. I thought about Grandma. I thought about the destination at the end of this road and the people waiting at it and what they had decided to do with an omega who had become inconvenient.

Chapter 24 ~~~ROAD OUTSIDE OAKDALE~~~ The car glided smoothly down the sunlit road. Anna sat beside Jenny, chatting, unaware that fate was seconds away from collapsing around them. “So… should we hang out tonight?” Jenny asked with a teasing grin. “I wish I could but—” Anna began. A deafening BOOM tore through the air. The car ahead exploded into a flaming inferno, metal and glass shattering in all directions. Screams pierced the chaos as tires screeched. Marco swerved violently, shielding the girls.

“Right .” I glanced back at the investigator, who was now clicking through files…directions using the map , Everything I needed. The road stretched out before us , dark under pale moonlight. A lone owl hooted in the distance. We passed empty fields, silent towns, the occasional farmhouse. No roadblocks. No sign that Diana’s world would collide with my own. Mercy’s Private investigator (Jackson)POV Meanwhile, two hours down the road in a rented van, I shifted in the driver’s seat. Rain began to dot the windshield, cold droplets spattering the glass.

A note was tucked under the glass: "Eat up. Get some rest." I stared at the note for a long time. Then I tore it up and threw it in the trash. At nine o'clock sharp, I drove out of the city. My target was the winding mountain road, a stretch where accidents happened a lot. A text came in from Sarah: "Everything's ready. Waiting for you." I replied: "See you in an hour." The mountain road was narrow, with a sheer cliff on one side and a deep valley on the other. I pulled over at the pre-arranged spot and got my backpack from the trunk.

POV: Lilah The town looked smaller. Maybe it had always been this size—one main street, two traffic lights, a scattering of side roads pretending they were going somewhere—but now, after forests and pack lands and gods and curses, it felt… compressed. Like someone had taken my old life and hit “zoom out.” I watched it through the windshield as Ronan eased the truck off the highway and onto the familiar road, my fingers curled around the strap of Rowan’s car seat.