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I spat out a mouthful of blood and winced as I turned my head toward the passenger seat. Upon seeing Keaton Rourke wedged between the airbag and the seat, I ground out, "You disabled the airbag, didn't you?" He looked at me like he wanted me dead. He ignored my question, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but even with you bleeding out, Teresa will still come to me first." I hunched over in pain, clutching my stomach with both hands. My vision was blurring, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I still had to defend Teresa Bellamy. "She is my wife. There is no way she would save you before me."

I'm doing that, Grandmother. I'm building it brick by brick. And I'm not telling them. Not Mother, not Father, not Elena. This is mine. Finally, completely mine. Thank you for seeing me when no one else did. Thank you for leaving me an escape route. Thank you for believing I was worth saving. I'm going to prove you right. Love, Claire I save the letter. Print it. Fold it carefully and put it in the box with Grandmother's watch—the one thing of hers I kept after she died.

"I didn't take Gaven." "You exist," she says. "That was enough." Behind me, I can feel his presence like a wall. He is steady and patient. Waiting for the moment I need him, but he doesn’t interfere, because he knows this isn’t about him. "You were supposed to be grateful," Grace continues. "Grateful for whatever scraps you were given. Grateful you weren't discarded entirely." "I was." "And now?" She snarls. I breathe slowly. Now comes the truth I never allowed myself to say. "I'm done being grateful for survival."

"Are you ready, malyshka?" I nodded, taking in the double meaning of his words. I was ready to face life with him, to become his true Queen and the woman who had saved him from himself just as he had saved me from my torment and a life of running. He had given me the freedom I longed for- by his side- and more. He was my Savior. And I was his Salvation. Always and Forever... ***

Grace met them in the training hall. “I didn’t call you here for war,” she began. “I called you here for truth.” Truth in the Blood Some listened. Some didn’t. Samira stood up first. “You expect loyalty because we share DNA?” “No,” Grace said calmly. “I expect nothing. But I offer everything.” “Like what?” asked a man named Caleb, big, blond, and angry. “Redemption?” “No,” Grace said again. “A choice.” There was a pause. An invisible ripple of power in her voice.

Under William's piercing and murderous gaze, she still managed to look genuinely ashamed and vexed. "I didn't save you because my younger brother had drowned, and I couldn't bear to see someone suffer the same fate. Instead, I purposely saved you because I had received secret intel that the person drowning was you," Grace said. Although saying this would void the life-saving debt William owed her, it was still far better than becoming his enemy. To make her story more convincing, she hurriedly added, "My son didn't develop a heart defect because I saved you. I had been in good health then. So, after rescuing you, I was completely fine.

He sounded sincere and Grace's heart swelled up with happiness. "Now don't go and die on me after giving me so much happiness," Grace said as she wiped her tears. She leaned over Theo and hugged him tightly. Theo placed his hand over Grace's back and rubbed it gently. Grace sat back on the chair and held his hand tightly. They talked about everything that happened in the building. When Grace heard what Eden did to save everyone's life in the building, she felt bad for getting angry at her earlier. What Eden did was selfless and it made Grace respect her even more. It made her think about how much she had grown and how far she came in terms of personality development. It motivated Grace to be

Grace said, breaking the silence. I chuckled at her words. If this was her attempt to make me laugh, she had succeeded. "Cedric and good don't belong in the same sentence," I said bitterly. Grace shook her head. "He's just complicated, but he's a really good person. He saved my life." My curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean he saved you?" Grace bowed apologetically. "I'm sorry, my lady, but I'm not allowed to say."

She listened attentively, interweaving her own tales of perseverance and resilience amidst the challenges she had faced. The mention of Isaac's name caught me off guard, my astonishment evident in my widened eyes. Grace's smile turned bittersweet, a mixture of gratitude and sorrow dancing upon her lips. She proceeded to recount how Isaac had come to her aid when she found herself in a dire situation, a selfless act that had changed the course of her life. "He saved me from those who sought to harm me," Grace confided, her voice tinged with a mixture of reverence and vulnerability. "And he not only saved me, but he also gave me a chance to rebuild my life here at the diner."