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My eyes move from the fleeing guy to River, who picks up a drink, examines it and drinks it a little before coughing. My body works on its own. I stand up and step toward him, still not knowing what I am actually going to do afterwards or why I am reaching him. River picks up another drink as I stand behind him, towering over him. He stops a little after noticing my shadow on him. I reach out and keep my hands against the counter, trapping him in between from behind. He flinches and quickly turns around in his seat to meet me face-to-face. His face stays close to mine, and I smell a grape and cheese scent coming from him, probably from drinking all these shots.

The pitch-colored frost melted away, leaving only wet, ordinary timber behind. I opened my eyes, letting out a long, shuddering breath that rattled in my throat. My body was shaking violently from the adrenaline pouring through my blood. The entity in the river hadn't just sent a warning. Something else was in that water—something dark, ancient, and hunting. And as the ship continued its slow, blind crawl through the fog, I realized the horrifying truth: the river wasn't just a path to the mainland. It was a cage, and whatever was trapped inside it was starting to wake up.

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

My heart was pounding fast and I was no longer sure if I was scared of the rogues around us or of the terrifying display of River’s power. I squinted my eyes and from within the fog, I saw shadowy outlines that were trapped inside his crimson shadow, they were writhing, falling, and then going still as if something about the mysterious smoke was sucking the life out of them. Whatever it was, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know. River walked towards them like death himself. I could see his golden eyes glowing intensely through the hazy smoke of crimson fog. He grabbed one of the rogues by the neck and a loud snap echoed before the rogue dropped on the ground, lifeless. My stomach churned.

TRIGGER WARNING!!! The unrestrained screams of pain echoed in the air disturbing the calmness of the night. The creaking of the crickets were overshadowed by the screams. A man strapped to a chair kept on screaming as the other people in the room pretended like there wasn't a man screaming from pain. A needle was inserted in his neck as a yellowish liquid flowed into his bloodstream.

I'll make it right, I swear. Though I was awake, my body refused to obey me. I could only watch, tears streaming, as their breaths grew ragged. Shane, lost in his own world, kept murmuring my name. "Lily, my Lily..." A sickening rage boiled inside me, but I was powerless to even shout at them to leave. Time lost all meaning until, at last, the storm passed. Shane, ruthless as ever, zipped up his pants and dismissed her with a frosty glare.

SHADOW LINES AT THE WATER’S EDGE Bianca’s POV The river bent like a wounded serpent beneath the moon‑light, its surface black and shimmering in the shadows. I dismounted and crouched at the bank, the cold water lapping thin ripples against my boots. In one hand I held the vial Kala had given me: as dark as soot, mixed with rune‑shards that still glowed faint violets. In the other… nothing. I waited.

Proof that shadows were closing in. I leaned into Victor’s chest, his arms wrapping around me like armor. “Promise me,” I whispered. “Promise you won’t let this destroy Elysium.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, fierce and reverent. “I promise. But understand, Cassie—whoever dared to touch you like this… they’ve already declared war.” And in that moment, with Victor’s heartbeat thundering beneath my ear and the photos burning a hole in my thoughts, I realized something terrifying.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.