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The unfamiliar strength in my body made me hyperaware of every movement, every shift of my muscles. I was back. Not Anastasiya. Not the woman who had been desperate to reclaim a body that no longer existed. No. Anastasiya Van Houten was dead. Valencia Nightingale had risen from the ashes. And Malcom Reece was about to wish he had killed me when he had the chance.

"Ean, don't leave, please!" She clung to Ean, but he slowly pried her hands off his arm, his tone hardening. "If you're really scared, I'll have the doctor give you something to help you sleep. You won't be scared anymore." Helen stared at him, her disbelief evident. I could not help but laugh bitterly. So, he was refusing her now? Why couldn't he refuse her back then? Ean stormed off, and I followed him. His assistant rushed over, breathless. "Mr. Smith, the surveillance footage shows someone sneaking into the freezer that night. They were heavily disguised, and we're investigating it!"

And I understood — in the sudden clear way that things became clear when you’d been looking at them sideways for too long and then turned to face them directly — that Kennedy had been playing a longer game than any of us. That he’d known. And waited. And positioned himself for exactly this moment. “How much do you know,” I said. Kennedy smiled thinly. “Enough to be useful. Insufficient to act alone.” He glanced at Leon. “Damon will be back from the Ancient Lycan within the hour with an execution order. We have approximately that long to decide what we’re doing.” “We,” Leon said. “Unless you’d prefer to handle it without me.” Kennedy spread his hands. “Though I’d point out that my knowledge o

He said as he was driving Labret Demson POV I’m standing next to my dad who is putting a bullet on his gun, as he is done doing it, he aims it to the man that is being tied up under the tree that is full of bruises and unconscious. He is Paul Connor, one of Chaos' friends and part of his organization but sad to say he will no longer be. “This is just the start of our revenge son, so ready yourself because we will make them shower in their own blood.” Leon said to his son.

We both smiled at each other, taken back to the day we all met for the first time officially. This was the last thing we needed. The last thing to fit in the puzzle and solve everything. I got what my father wanted for the world to know. This is it. I did it. We all did it. I, Layla Smith, can proudly say that this is the day when my revenge is completed. Xx__xX

"Kenneth is lying. He's twisting everything to make it sound worse than it was. I didn't—" "Don't," Leon said quietly, voice flat and dead. "I didn't kill anyone," Selene insisted, moving around to face him. "It was an accident. A mistake. I didn't know..." He finally looked at her. Really looked. And the expression on his face made her blood run cold. Not anger. Not rage. Something worse. Disgust. Pure, unfiltered revulsion. Like she was something foul he'd accidentally stepped in and couldn't scrape off his shoe.

He was a fat little troll that I had killed over a million times in my head. "Good, dog." He said, giving me a smug look like he was breaking me, but he wouldn't. I'd die before I let that happen. "Next time you let Reyna Killian get away, I'll cut off your dick and feed it to you. Ivan wants her captured and subdued. But we can't do that if you let her go now, can we?" Leon hissed, swiping the knife across my chest. My body tensed as the silver burned into my skin.

“Carlson, when is help arriving?!” It was Leon who did not seem to be able to hold his end much longer. Carlson gulped and answered shakily, “Patrol Yost w-won’t be sending anyone… “Kayson Yarde… He killed Vice-Chief Zabka…” Leon, who was about to deflect Bryson’s steelification power, froze before he exclaimed in horror, “What… the f*ck are you talking about!?” Bryson sent him flying with one punch, causing him to cough blood as he looked at Kayson fearfully.

The men who had been chasing Kean were now hit by the wrong target. Kean cared less and less, now focused on his original target again—Leon Rascal. Sure, he was trying to escape, given Leon's automatic Raga action, he realized his plan was known. Kean was still running fast along the hallway that had been shattered, with flames engulfing the headquarters. "So, you're the one hired to kill me, are you?" Leon appeared. "I thought it was his son who was ordered to take revenge—eh?" Kean didn't respond to anything, but instead observed Leon's movements even more. Reflexively dodging, Leon took aim at him.

It was "Ancient." ​"LEO VANE. WE ARE THE 'REDACTED'. WE ARE THE ONES WHO SURVIVED THE FIRST RESET. AND WE ARE COMING TO 'BREAK' THE BOX." ​Leo looked at his family. He looked at the amber-eyed child in Sierra’s arms. ​"Well," Leo said, a grim, smile touching his lips. "It looks like it's just added its 'Reinforcements'."