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“Impending doom makes everything sexier.” I huffed out a laugh and let him guide us across the floor even though I know we were both dreading this. But joking about it makes the pressure more lighter. The room blurred in soft color and gold light, gowns spinning, wings flickering, courtly masks hiding faces I've never seen before. I couldn’t ignore the weight of the orb against my hip. We had it. Two offering down. one to go. Valen leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “After the Starlight Waltz ends, we’re going to Ferngrove.”

His bright smile radiated warmth, his sharp features making him appear even more striking in the dim lighting. In his hands was a bouquet of crimson roses, their rich color a stark contrast against the black jacket he wore. He stepped forward, his eyes locking onto mine. “Olivia,” he said, his voice steady and filled with intent. “I’d like to talk to you. Alone.” The world seemed to blur around me, the sounds of laughter and chatter fading into the background. My grip on the pen in my hand tightened as I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest.

Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together. Finally, her composure cracked. She grabbed a knife and slashed it across her arm. Then, she smiled and said, “Evan, I gave you ninety-nine lashes with the rod. I’ll repay you now, one cut at a time! Tell me, can’t we start over now?” Her warm blood spattered across my face, but I simply watched in silence. When she raised the knife again, I finally said in a cold and unwavering voice, “No matter what you do, we’re nothing but strangers now.

“We’ll find a way. We have to.” But Olivia’s mind spun with her mother’s words. With her father’s betrayal. With Jessica’s venom. She turned on the recorder again, hoping to hear something she had missed. Static. A pause. Then her mother’s voice again, quieter this time, almost drowned in noise. “Olivia…if you want to end the vow…you must spill blood at the altar. Yours, or his.” The recorder clicked off. Olivia froze, her breath caught in her throat. Ethan looked at her, eyes dark with dread.

All I wanted was a kiss, Bella. Yea, right. He only wanted a kiss, I wanted way more. "Who is the victim you're murdering inside that mind of yours, Bells?" Lucas playfully nudged my side whilst he wraps an arm around my waist. "Please don't tell me it's me, for bringing you here?" His fake gasp has all the thoughts of Joshua instantly leave my mind. Laughter bubbles up from deep within, Lucas always has it's way of brightening my mood.

Jason whispers in my ear, sending warm chills over my body. "Hey, my love," I whisper back, "I love you but can we go in the house now, I'm freezing?" He laughs a little and pulls me into the house.

] Olivia yelled with despair in her voice. [Then all of you climb on my back!] I shifted back to my werewolf form and waited until the twins were safe and secure on my back while Olivia used her phantom power to run as fast as she could. I felt Olivia in my head as she whispered. It was the kind of voice I had not heard from her in a very, very long time. [I made a huge mistake, Samantha. I regret everything I did—]

Her voice trembled with a mix of vulnerability and unwavering resolve as she exclaimed, "I have every right to seek justice for my parents! They deserve to be avenged!" Kael, reveled in Olivia's display of determination. His laughter, cold and sinister, echoed through the air, sending shivers down her spine. "Your determination won't save you now, Olivia," he mocked, his voice laced with malice. "These cloned werewolves, programmed to eliminate you, will be the instrument of your demise. Prepare to meet your end."

Olivia I sobbed in Damien's arms for a while. Then I stood up and threw the remains of the amulet as far as I could into the forest. And then I screamed at the sky until my voice broke. And when I was so wrung out that all I could do was sit by the creek and stare at the water, Damien came and crouched on his heels next to me. He did not speak, at first. He just watched me, and waited. "I don't want to be a vampire," I told him.