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I coughed once, twice, until my vision blurred. When I pulled my hand away this time, the blood was thicker. Gavin stepped forward. “Harley–” “I’m fine,” I snapped, straightening up even though the world tilted sideways. Luca frowned. “You’re coughing up blood. That’s not fine.” “Drop it.” He didn’t. He never did. “You look like hell.” Before I could bite back, Gavin suddenly stumbled, catching himself against the truck. His skin had gone pale under the parking lights.

“Either by having vampire blood in his system or not, he was going to die. It’s just that by having vampire blood in his system, he could wake up back as a vampire then being gone forever. Thinking it as the most logical thing to do, Evandor didn’t wait for his King’s permission and bit his hand and fed his blood to dying Percy. He went through the transition in a couple of days and turned into a vampire. Meanwhile, Evandor found each and every guy who did this to Percy and killed them mercilessly. Do you know who was the master mind behind Percy’s violent death?” Rose asked with expressions full of disgust and loathing.

I raised my hands as if to surrender. "Yes, listen to your daughter. You don't need to do this." Hilda narrowed her eyes at him. The factory was getting hot by the seconds and I could feel myself getting dizzy. I was struggling to breathe, my lungs were constricted, my senses were weakening, my head was spinning. I fell on one knee to the ground holding my head in pain. "Suzy, take her out of here. She's dying." Cedric said. Oliver and Mateo had started coughing and choking on their saliva too. "What do you think you are doing?" Hilda grabbed Tiana's hand.

It was a lifetime defined not by grief or trauma, but by an unbroken, radiant joy. Until the sky turned to ash. Without warning, the golden light shattered like cheap glass. The dream fractured into a terrifying, chaotic whiplash of agonizing images. Rebecca felt a sudden, suffocating cold lock into her lungs—a violent, hacking cough that tore through her chest, leaving the metallic taste of blood on her lips. She was lying in a wooden bed, her flesh burning with a wasting mortal fever, her vision fading into a gray, terrifying dark.

Athena stood up so fast her chair scraped back and she was still saying my name, still saying it, Liam, Liam, as they guided her out and the sound faded down the hallway and the dining room went quiet. I stood there for a moment. Then my knees wanted to go and I did not let them. Then the cough came up before I could stop it and this time when I pulled my hand away from my mouth the blood was darker than before and there was more of it and the throb in my neck had spread down into my chest and my Lycan went even quieter and I felt it, how much weaker I had gotten just from walking down a hallway.

He opened the door which led to the room which was dimly lit, both Percy and Eden we're propped on a chair, tied up and unconscious. “They should be waking up soon, you might want to stand behind them.” I did as he asked, then he moved back to the edge and grabbed a small bucket in the corner, there was water in it and he poured it on Percy in a quick jab. Percy coughed as the water drenched all over his body, his hair hanged in wet strands and his eyes glanced up at the culprit. “Good thing you're awake brother.” He mused with his eyes which brightened in amusement.

I see her looking at her palm as she pulls it away from her mouth then gasps. "What is it?" I whisper, coming up behind her. She jumps, spinning around. There are tears on the rim of her eyes from the pain of coughing and blood on the corner of her mouth, which I wipe away with my thumb. "Coughing up silver?" I guess and she nods. She points to her throat. The coughing caused her throat to hurt so much that she can't talk now, temporarily I hope. "Does he know?" Luke is asking Sebastian. Cecily seems to be struggling to swallow as she turns to look back her dad.

Jackson instantly feels a heat that isn’t normal, a searing heat like swallowing liquid fire. His throat constricts, and he begins to cough. Blood splatters across the table. "Jackson!" Ivy exclaims as she grabs his arm. He coughs again, more blood pouring out. His insides feel like they're on fire, acid eating his veins. His wolf is screaming inside him. Frida knocks over her glass, wine spilling everywhere. "Oh my God, Jackson! Are you okay?" "What—" Jackson gasps, unable to speak properly. "What’s in this?"

“Why? Why did you save me?” Percy coughed up a mouthful of blood and panted. “B-Because you’re my sister. I can’t have my sister d-die on me, can I?” Heather’s pupils trembled slightly. “What did you say?” “I’m sorry for always taking your candy away from you, Heather. P-Please don’t hate me for that, okay?” Percy reached out his hand and stroked Heather’s face before he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

She was unable to endure anymore. There were so many things she wanted to do, yet she couldn't even leave the house and do anything at all. "I just enjoy watching you slowly go insane. It's very entertaining," Piercy said, his lips curling into a sinister smile. But suddenly, his brows knitted together, and he winced in pain. Millie leaned in, her voice laced with false innocence. "What's wrong? Are you feeling dizzy?" Piercy started coughing violently. His chest heaved as if he were about to cough up his very heart and lungs. He even coughed up a mouthful of blood.