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I made it halfway to the door before stopping. Good night sounded far too normal after being smelled, pinned to a bed, and licked by the crown prince. See you tomorrow was somehow worse. That implied I intended to return the next evening and pretend none of it had happened. Which, unfortunately, I probably did. My God. Since when did I think this much about how to say goodbye to someone? Perhaps his wolf had damaged my brain too. “I’m... leaving.” Excellent. Much better. Kian looked at me. There was a pause.

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The Night Before The silence in the penthouse felt like it could snap. I stood in the kitchen with a glass of water I wasn’t drinking. Xavier leaned against the counter across from me, arms crossed, watching every small movement I made. Tomorrow night we would walk into the Ridgewood house together and end everything. The plan was set. The date was fixed. Yet the air between us was thicker than it had been in days. “You’re quiet,” he said. “I’m thinking.”

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Straightened the blanket at the edge of his chair. He opened his eyes. "You are going," he said. "You need to sleep," she said. He looked at her for a moment. "Come back Friday," he said. "I will be here Friday," she said. He nodded. Closed his eyes. She did not say goodbye. She never said goodbye. She went quietly to the door. In the hallway Ethan was behind her. He did not speak. She turned to look at him. He looked like a man who was holding something very carefully and was not entirely sure how much longer he could.

My spirit was growing lighter, fainter, dissolving like morning mist. The debts of this life were settled. I turned and walked into the cycle of rebirth. The wind brushed past the headstone, carrying away the last trace of my presence. Claire. This life is over. We will never meet again.