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Asher- Joshua drove us to Georgie's and when we arrived, the place was already swarming with vampires and their feedbags. Most of the vampires who could afford a human slave had a warm body clinging onto their arms. We exited the car, and as soon as we began approaching the doors, the smell hit me, and the nausea shot a ball of bile up my throat. The stuffy odor of death, cold, mud and rotting leaves entered my nostrils, and made my stomach unsteady with queasiness.

She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself. Dorian Ashford’s coffin sat there, slick and shiny, all polished mahogany that hollered wealth even as it sank toward the dirt. The priest mumbled some nonsense about peace everlasting, his voice half-drowned by the storm, but Sienna didn’t hear a word. Her eyes were glued to that box, her jaw locked tight. Twenty-seven years of bile churned inside her. He’d left her mom to waste away in a rusted trailer, coughing up her last breaths, while he piled up his shipping billions—money built on the wreckage of the only person who’d ever given a damn about him.

Rather just digging as if I'm fighting for my own life. My shovel finally hits something firm. I continue to dig, creating a much larger hole around me. I brace myself, and carefully but powerfully slam the shovel into the top of the coffin. The shovel manages to break the wood. I toss the shovel aside, and pull up on the slats of wood. I manage to get a few loose, and toss them aside. I kneel down closer to the body in the casket.

Chapter 78: Ashes and Ascension Dawn painted the sky in muted shades of gold and gray, casting a solemn glow over the ruined docks. The scent of blood and gunpowder clung to the air, mingling with the salty breeze from the sea. The battle was over, but the weight of it lingered. Bodies lay motionless across the cracked concrete, a stark reminder of the price we had paid.

“We survived.” “For now,” I whisper, staring at Matteo’s corpse. “But they’re not done. This was only the first wave.” He pulls me closer. “Then let them come. We’ll burn every last one.” Our eyes meet—darkness against fire—and for a moment, I forget the war, the betrayal, the ghosts. Because even in ruin, we are still us. Bound by blood. Fueled by love twisted into obsession. And tonight, the ashes belong to us.

Or blood and death. Either way—blood. Always blood. The Ashford legacy. Written in corpses. Measured in screams. Built on ruins of everything good. Everything pure. Everything we once were. And somewhere—in the darkness—Vera smiled. Watching us descend. Watching us become. Watching her final masterpiece take shape. Two perfect killers. Protecting one perfect child. Creating one perfect dynasty. Built on seventeen corpses. And however many more were needed. Forever.

" Why don't you come at me instead? Why go to the man who seems to have lost everything? " Kyle gritted his teeth now as he realised there would be no forgiveness for him. " You are supposed to die too, " He suddenly mutters, stunning everyone who begins to think he has gone insane. " Asher you were supposed to drop dead when the blood touches you. Isn't that right? Gra34, when applied, shouldn't be in contact with any other person or its death. That was why you sent your team out. To protect them but you ... The blood is right there on your hand but you are still standing tall. You are not human. You are not human! "

The witches were gone, leaving nothing behind but charred patterns on the scorched earth. When the dust finally settled, the clearing was a graveyard of ash and smoke. Rhea stood in the center, her clothes in tatters, her skin glowing with a faint, dying silver light. She looked down at her hands, which were stained with the grey dust of the women she had just annihilated. POV: Ash Ryder Ash walked through the wreckage, his heart feeling like it had been shredded by a thousand silver blades. The smell of ozone and death was suffocating. He found Micah first, the boy miraculously alive but catatonic, staring at the space where the willow tree had been.

I twisted the power and twisted the elements and raindrops became ice, became shards sharper than glass, became hammers that lashed from the sky with sickening velocity. My magic raged in joy and agony as its power unleashed, as the bloodlust filled my darkening vision and screams filled the air. Their screams. Blades of ice met flesh, sliced through skin and bone. Ice spilled forth blood, and my magic rejoiced as the world drenched itself in crimson. Power ran through my veins, and this power craved revenge. It was over in seconds. I felt the monsters die. Felt their blood leave their bodies and pool against the sodden earth. Felt their pain. Felt their final heartbeats. And when every hear

“But this time… I’m the one with the knife.” She folded the report shut and placed it neatly in her drawer, locking it with a quiet click. Then she walked toward the window and pulled back the curtain. The city was alive beneath her, glittering like a thousand fragile lies. She was done being haunted. She wasn’t going to fall again. She would burn him slowly, elegantly, methodically until he had nothing left but regrets and the ruins of a kingdom he thought he built alone. And this time… She wouldn’t stop until the ashes bore her name.