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he said impatiently. Soon, they arrived back at the Linnus residence. As soon as he got out of the car, Dad stormed into the living room angrily. When he saw Aunt Caroline kneeling on the ground and crying uncontrollably, he stopped abruptly. In front of her lay my body, so rotted that it was almost unrecognizable.

He had promised her he'd stay away but that was going to be hard to do if he couldn't get her out of his mind. "Okay what's it going to be? Terminator, dark fate or The Nun." Reggie asked as she made herself comfortable on the love couch. William snapped out of his thoughts and raised his eyebrows in amusement. "You can't handle horror Reggie. I know you." Reggie laughed. "I have my knight here with me, I'm pretty sure I'd be safe." William had a goofy smile on his face. "Alright. The Nun it is." ***** "Oh no mum." Isabel groaned.

He could see that his world was shattering day by day yet he was helpless. Being incapable to do anything he cursed his fate and droned in alcohol. while driving back to his home from the bar he met with an accident that almost took his life. After a day of operation, only he opened his eyes, and as soon as he came to his senses the only person he wanted to meet was Koushalya. not because he wanted to see her out of concern, but he had little hope that if she saw him in this state she would come back to him. He wanted to get her back out of her sympathy.

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing hard, then finally said through clenched teeth, “We take him back to the packhouse. But if he tries anything, I end it.” I nodded, though dread coiled deep in my stomach. As we started back through the forest, I glanced once more over my shoulder at the valley. The Gate was silent again, but its glow was steady, waiting. And deep inside me, the fire whispered a truth I couldn’t ignore— The heart had chosen a path. But I wasn’t sure yet whether it led to salvation… or ruin.

I stared at his profile and was reminded of his end in my previous life. He gave all the food he had to Christina, and the famine took his life. Zacharias took the exam two times. He wanted to study, to go higher, but alas, he never could take the exam after the famine. Christina ruined his life. Poor thing. I wrapped up the revision books the system gave me and placed them on his desk. "I brought nothing to this family. Nothing but these books. If you don't mind, we can read together." Good books were hard to find in this era. Zacharias' eyes, always calm, finally had a hint of warmth this time. He was looking at me.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

And somewhere far ahead— deep within the darkness— something answered. A light. Tiny. Distant. Faint. But unmistakably real. The entire crew froze. The light flickered once. Then again. Not Mira's lantern. Not the Wayfinder. Something else. Something farther down the forgotten road. The darkness held its breath. The travelers stood together at the bow. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. And for the first time in centuries— the road to Lumora answered back. End of Book One ✨ To Be Continued in Book Two: The City Beyond the Broken Road

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

If not for my determination to die and the crystal pendant accidentally falling out the window during the tussle, I would already be six feet under! I clenched my fists with hatred at the thought of that. Lysander held my hand when he saw that and told me how Winston had met his end. It appeased me slightly to hear the terrible way he'd ended up. The following day, Lysander and I headed home. As soon as our plane landed, Jacqueline ran to us with a bouquet. She smiled, her eyes curving into half-moons when she saw my shaven head—I'd done it for my treatment.

What I told Rhea was just a lie, and I conveniently explained it away as a misdiagnosis. I loved seeing their faces fall. Just when they thought they were so close to victory, they were plunged into deep despair. Before Jack could recover from the shock, he received a phone call from the police station.