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"No. I need to do this alone. But thank you for offering." We hung up, and I sat on my couch wondering what Mirabel had written. Knowing my sister, it was probably full of guilt and self-pity. But maybe, just maybe, there was something real in there too. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Anthony. "My father dissolved the partnership with Samuel today. It's official." I read the message twice, then typed back. "How is he taking it?" "Not well. But it's done." "And how are you taking it?"

Nadia’s hands flew. “What happened?” I dropped beside her. “The second compound,” she said, tense. “It’s reacting to the treatment. I didn’t expect this.” Her hands didn’t stop. “Hold him still. Both hands, shoulders. If he moves, this gets worse.” I grabbed Damien’s shoulders and held tight. He was burning up. Skin like fire under my hands. Eyes open but unfocused. The shaking was so rough I had to brace, and I kept my grip, eyes on Nadia, never Damien’s face. I couldn’t afford that.

The moment he’s gone, the last thread of control shatters. I roar, guttural, and inhuman. The next second I'm tearing through the living room. My fist shatters a glass cabinet. The coffee table goes flying. I rip down curtains. A lamp crashes to the floor. The sound of splintering wood, shattering glass, and my own ragged breathing fills the house. But the burning, boiling fury inside me won't die. She is alive. She is with him. She's the Moonfire Healer. And she hates me.

"Anybody, please help me! Please!" My eyes gleamed on seeing the ceilings of the washroom, just perfect for the moment. The evilness inside of me has consumed me so much that I felt nothing but so much hatred for this lowly human, she must be shown her place. "Shatter" with a single order the glass ceilings started to crack. People should've seen her agitated look, she looked so paled and in utter shock as she stared up at her own end. The glasses shattered and rained down on her at full speed, she crouched down and screamed out loud as the glasses stuck onto her body. "Aaaaah!". A satisfied smile graced my lips as I watched her crying of agony, dying. I knew she wouldn't survive and even i

*X Ambassadors- Unsteady *Anson Seabra- Broken *Astrid S- Years *NF- Paralyzed *~*~*~* No. No, no, no, no, no. Anger, fear and hurt bustle in me, my body is shaking and I can't stop it. Whatever hope I had in me is gone now, emptiness taking its place. "What the f*ck is this?!" I yell turning to him, I haven't moved into the room much more.

It’s hurting. “Come and take it.” She holds it out to me, but the moment I take a step forward to grab it, she lifts the frame high up and lets it free fall to the floor. I watch my entire world shatter into pieces against the hard tiled floor together with the only beautiful thing I had left of my family. The glasses of the frame fly all over the place and our broken smiles on the picture lay miserable on the floor. Tears blur my eyes as I look from the shattered frame to Rhea and her wicked laugh tips me over the edge. Wrath spreads through my limbs like larva.

I scream. The shard comes free. The spire collapses.

He snarls, snatching my waist and slamming me against the wall. My face scratches brutally against the wall. And I shiver as more tears pour from my eyes when he presses his hardness against me. “P…please.”My heart shatters at my plea and shatters even more when his laugh fans my ear. “Just like that, I like to hear you beg.” Thinking my plea meant submission, his hold on me reduces. I don't waste the chance as I once again fight, kicking and scratching, but Mich's punches rain down, sending me crashing to the floor beside a white vase. It shatters, shards scattering everywhere, like my shattered hopes.

“The shard—it’s still active.” She turned to face it, her jaw set. “Then we end this, together.” --- We approached the shard side by side, our combined presence steadying the chaotic energy swirling around it. Aria reached out first, her hands trembling but sure. I followed, placing my hand over hers. The energy surged, trying to repel us, but we held firm. Together, we channeled our strength, pushing back against the artifact’s dark power. The shard let out a final, anguished scream before shattering into a thousand pieces, the light fading as the fragments fell to the ground.

He reaches for me. "Don't touch me!" I grab the nearest thing. A cheap glass vase filled with dead flowers. I throw it. I don't aim for them. I aim for the floor between us. SMASH. The glass explodes. Shards fly everywhere, glittering like diamonds in the dim light. Water splashes onto Aureliano’s expensive shoes. Silence drops like a guillotine. They stare at the broken glass. They stare at me. I am heaving. My chest is tight. My hands are shaking.