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'Very bad luck,' everyone thought. Unfortunately, it wasn't luck, but Sieghal optimized his skills as a hidden taker and the contact lenses he used throughout the game. "Will you finish the game here, sir?" Sieghal asked the remaining players. A waiter brought whiskey, and greedily, they drank it as if it was a supplement boosting their energy and sanity for unnecessary risks. "Argh! This is crazy! My first game on the cruise, and I feel I'm losing everything!" a guest grumbled. Sieghal glanced at the man, expressionless.

"We won't fail, Gregory. Soon, Summer will be no more than a fleeting shadow in the minds of the pack." As she walked away, Tesla's mind raced with visions of her plan unfolding, and Gregory's footsteps resumed their measured, relentless beat—a prelude to the fall that awaited Summer.

Touch… Chloe gave a shake of her head in an effort to clear her mind of the foggy haze that seemed to be encompassing her. "I don't know what game you are playing, Timothy, but—" she began "I never play games, honey... Not anymore" he assured her softly. She didn't know what to think about him calling her honey, but for the moment Chloe was too concerned by the threat he represented to her, to her equilibrium, to bother asking him about it. "You are playing one right now. And it isn't funny." she reproved. "Please don't say things like that if...please just don't"

(18+ scene) beware! "I think I can walk by myself," Summer said when Luxian offered to carry her upstairs after the check-up at the pack clinic. "Don't be stubborn, Summer. I know you're in pain." Luxian's voice was cold, but his eyes looked sincere. "I can do it," Summer insisted, Summer tried to ignore him, turning her head away to avoid eye contact. She didn't want to be swayed by his kindness -or rather, what she believed was him pretending to be kind. Because she knew he wasn't.

"Losing just a little blood made me cold, dizzy... I thought I was gonna die. Only then did I get it—what I put you through. I stole your blood. I deserve to die..." His voice broke as he wept, like a kid who'd done something unforgivable. "I deserve to die... I deserve to die..." I sighed. "You don't have to die. Just stay out of my life." *** Back home, Vincent insisted on wiring me a ridiculous amount of money. "This is a breakup fee. If you don't take it, that means you don't agree to break up." I took it. Just like that, I was financially free. ***

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

And when the candles go out, when everyone leaves — I will pack my things. Because sometimes, the only way to be free is to walk away.

I narrowed my eyes and walked toward the table, planning to cut the music out. Corbin leaned against the wall with a bottle of water in one hand. “Guess not even 5 Seconds of Summer could brighten your mood.” I paused. 5 Seconds of Summer? Wasn’t that Autumn’s favorite band? I stared at the iPod as I tried to pick up the lyrics. ♬ takes one to know one, yeah, you beat me at my own damn game ♬ “So why are you in a bad mood?” asked Corbin. ♬ You’re pushing, you’re pushing, I’m pulling away, pulling away from you. I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take ♬

The lyrics mocked me now. I started playing softly, voice barely above a whisper, trying to lose myself in the notes despite the pain shooting through my side with every breath. “No one can rewrite the stars… How can you say you’ll be mine?” The words caught in my throat. Tears spilled over. I slammed my hands on the keys, a discordant crash filling the room. Kingsley was beside me in an instant, his hand covering mine, stopping the noise. “Summer… stop. You’re hurting yourself.”