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This was an embarrassing matter in their family, and they should not let it be known to the public. “It’s too hard to understand it.” Samson did not say much. Rose took off her sunglasses and offered the white chrysanthemum she held. Then, she turned and left without lingering. Cosmo looked at Rose, then at Samson. He thought, ‘Is he just as miserable as I am with a mother like this? After all, I was miserable with a father like Irvin Hamilton.’ At Sacred Mountain Cemetery, Summer followed Jasper to send Colden on his last journey. She felt a little depressed.

“As a child, Oriana was no stranger to death,” Septimus suddenly starts narrating in my head yet also from somewhere {inside} the father’s bedroom. The words sound disembodied and the fact that the personification of death is talking about himself as a separate phenomenon isn’t lost on me. I catch the faint smell of his cigarette like the fading echo of an echo.

Alicia's POV. “It’s hard to say this, but goodbye, Mom.” Hot tears trickled down my face as I stood close to my mother’s grave, watching the men I had hired cover her corpse. I wore all black, with black gloves signifying her death. My daughter, Elisa, stood right beside me, her eyes watching her grandmother being covered as well. It was a painful sight, the kind that brought nothing but hurt, sadness, and fear. With the black umbrella in my grip, I shielded myself and my daughter from the cold rain, avoiding its touch on our skin. It was a rainy day, and I was certain it was meant to show that the Moon Goddess had accepted my mother’s body.

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.

I typed in my code and began to read. Target: Samuel Adams Male, 24 Last known location: 24 miles North- Northeast of Deer Lodge, Montana. Isolated cabin off Canyon Ferry Lake. Occupants: One hostage, 13 year old female. Will rescue in the morning. Offence: Killing and setting fire to multiple locations resulting in 9 deaths. Amount: 200k for completion of job, bonus of 20k for unharmed minor left alone in bed. It included a picture of the man, short stubbly looking guy, ragged beard with moustache, dark brown eyes, shaggy eyebrows, missing a few teeth and looks like he hasn’t bathed in months. I could almost smell him from here.

His voice was ragged, his chest heaving under his soaked shirt. "I’m fine," I lied for the hundredth time. I was definitely not fine. I was shivering so hard my teeth were clicking together, and the heavy satchel of ledgers was banging against my hip, bruising me with every movement. But I wasn't letting go of those books. Not now. The graveyard sat on a small hill, surrounded by a rusted iron fence that looked like jagged teeth against the gray sky. It was a lonely, creepy place even on a sunny day, but in this storm, it felt like the set of a horror movie. We needed to get to the SUV Henry had stashed for us just past the cemetery gates. It was our ticket out of this nightmare.

I gasped and yanked my hand back. A flash—no, a vision—burned across my mind: two wolves locked in battle, blood soaking the earth, howls echoing into a crimson sky. Then a third wolf, silver-eyed and alone, was burying something beneath the stones. I staggered back. Silas caught me, strong arms steadying me before I fell. “What did you see?” he asked, voice urgent. “I…” I struggled to breathe. “There were wolves. Fighting. And something buried here. A talisman, I think.”

"D-Did you figure it out?" The man who was always dominant in the workplace struggled to speak those words. I nodded, only to realize he couldn't see me. Yet I remained silent. I no longer had the courage to speak. After a long pause, I finally asked, "W-Where is Sebastian buried?" Sethian's voice was still rough when he answered, "At Guthram Cemetery." I immediately searched for it on my phone. Guthram Cemetery was a small, not-so-well-known cemetery located on the outskirts of the city. It was serene and beautifully maintained, and the grounds were cleaned daily.

CHAPTER TWO Antonio Morano sat at the built-in-bar in his penthouse, gazing out at the city's twinkling landscape. The whiskey in his glass cast a golden glow, mirroring the turmoil brewing within. His mind drifted to the woman he'd seen earlier. Her innocent smile and haunting green eyes like a specter. six years ago, on this very day, his mother's assassination had shattered his world. The memory still seared his mind, his mother's lifeless body, the sound of gunfire, and the face of the culprit.

"I'm done being afraid of Marcus Calloway." The cemetery was a sprawling garden of the dead on the city's northern edge, old oaks and marble angels and winding gravel paths that crunched beneath the Maybach's tires. The gates were locked at sunset, but Devon's security team had already contacted the groundskeeper, and a man in a heavy coat and a bewildered expression was waiting to let us through.