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defending author, Zera

He had silver hair and a smile that didn't reach his grey eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling," the man bowed slightly. "Or should I say, Your Highnesses. I am Zero." He sat down at the table without asking. Waiters appeared instantly, serving wine. "Cut the pleasantries," Jackson didn't touch his glass. "You invited us. You have ten minutes before I buy this train and derail it." "Always the aggressor," Zero smiled, sipping his wine. "I represent The Architects. We are not a cult like The Order. We are scientists. Visionaries."

I just want to know who he is. “You think? You need to tell me everything you know about that night-“ “Oh crap, my job. It’s been over a week,” I say, the sudden terror consuming me. I’m not even considered about being immortal, but I am concerned about losing the new job promotion that I was meant to start over a week ago. “I was meant to start my new position and now Noah is going to fire me.” Cian looks shocked that it’s even at the forefront of my mind right now, but I’m not going to pretend like I wasn’t riding on that promotion. “Abella, none of that matters anymore. You belong here, in the immortal realm.”

No wonder I had given up entirely and walked away. He could not bring himself to go home. He was afraid that the moment he stepped inside, he would see me on that stretcher again, covered in blood. Every corner of that house was soaked in guilt. He sat alone at a bar and drank until he could not see straight. Meanwhile, I had landed overseas with my son Adam and immediately contacted a lawyer. I transferred the shares that Jasper's grandfather had left in trust to my own name and hired a nanny and a nutritionist for Adam.

"I am the daughter of a monster, the mother of a god, and the wife of a ghost! I am not a 'Sacrifice'! I am the Series Lead! And I am Renewing myself for another Season!" The Author's Resignation ​The Eraser-Light shattered like glass. ​The Infinite Gallery dissolved. The Fate-Weavers let out a collective gasp as they were pulled back into the shadows. The "Platform" itself began to groan under the weight of Nora’s "Self-Authoring." ​Suddenly, a massive Keyboard appeared in the sky, and a single, giant finger hovered over the [ESC] key. ​The "Real-World Author" appeared, his face clear and exhausted. He looked down at Nora, Kael, Mia, and Leo.

His face was a shifting mosaic of features, but his eyes remained constant: a deep, hollow black. ​"Leo Vane," the man spoke. His voice was a "Composite," a thousand voices speaking in a disjointed unison. "I am the Lead-Editor of the Redacted. My name is no longer in the active database. You may call me Vark-Zero." ​"Vark?" Kaelen growled, his silver-metal skin flaring instinctively. "I knew a Vark in the Gutter. He was a piece of scum who tried to kill us."

I am so nervous about him coming here tonight, nervous about us being around other people that isn’t in a school setting. Zander smirks and lifts his hand to touch my arm as if he could feel the nerves rolling off me. Tingles dance on my skin where he touched me. I see his eyes go dark, and a gold rim formed as Jace pushes forward. I feel Kia moving forward in response to her mate.

Of course, they would, the two of us were the talk of almost everyone around, and it was only normal and expected for people to be admiring our presence. “Ezra?” I heard from behind me. I turned around to smile when I saw Mikhail, one of the club’s founders, standing in front of me. “And you must be Lia.” “How are you, Mikhail?” I asked, nodding at the man. “I am well, thank you for coming.” He said, and I smiled, feeling somewhat proud of him. The man was opening the club, as his first project, after his father died. His father was initially in charge of drugs, but his son was choosing a different path, and though it wasn’t a guaranteed one in the grounds of a cartel, it would at least guar