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But I preferred this version. I wiped sweat from my forehead. The sun was warm, lacking the smog-choked humidity of New York. Everything here was green. Growing. Alive. It had been two years since Port Elizabeth. Two years since I pulled the trigger and ended Alexei Zakharov. Sometimes, it felt like a movie I had watched once and forgotten. Other times, I could still smell the gunpowder. Adrian Blackwood had been a warrior—cold, calculating. David Mitchell was just a man building a bench for his wife. I preferred him. I preferred this peace.

They were flickering, punctuated by the unmistakable flares of dragon fire. “Alaric,” Liza gasped, her gold eyes widening. The messenger dragon appeared then a streak of crimson against the violet sky, plummeting toward them with the desperate speed of the dying. This ends not with a resolution, but with the realization that the war has already arrived at their doorstep. The Shadow Mother wasn't waiting for them at the Isle of Whispers. She was already tearing their world apart.

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

“We will help your mother. We will hire the best lawyer we can. We will use every connection they are not using. And we will remember who chose to stand where when this is over.” Louis leans into me, head dropping to my shoulder. “I do not want more war,” he whispers. “I just wanted peace.” “Peace does not come from lying down so people can walk over you,” I reply, stroking his hair. “Sometimes peace comes after you make it very clear that you are not to be touched.”

Every Christmas morning she had ever spent with them flashed through her mind. For once, Laura didn't think about the plane crash as she remembered her parents. It was like her mind had healed, and the only images that flashed in her mind were good ones. There was no fire, or death, or carnage. There was only love and peace, hugs and kisses, smiles and 'I love yous.'

I hated being away from Lucas, from all of them but it was what was best. “Jason I need you to walk and read babe.” I ordered, realizing he had stopped walking from the shock. “I know it’s shocking, but I don’t know the exact time these tanks and soldiers are coming. We need to go” I said urgently, trying to empathize, but having no time. I know it was a lot to drop on him at once but it couldn't be helped. He started walking again. I showed him how the war started between humans and specials and how awful it was. He started to pick up the pace then.

Maia's cries echoed in the room. But my eyelids felt impossibly heavy. The countdown was down to the last few minutes now. Then, my phone buzzed again. "Evelina, open your eyes. It's a message from your fiance. Look!"

The glint of the knife penetrated Matthew’s eyes and he blinked. Shocked, he took the sharp small knife and the little booklet attached to it. He read it, “ Return this sword to me if you want peace. Keep it back if you want war. You have 24 hours to decide “ Matthew finished the reading and a cloud of darkness hovered over his face. It was time to make his choice.

A very small piece. Reasonable. A microscopic piece. God. But still. Fair. A piece. Reasonable honestly. Then Peanut accepted it. God. Immediately. Fair. The crying stopped. Reasonable. The war ended. God. Peace restored. Fair. For approximately three minutes. Reasonable honestly. Because then Peanut finished her piece. God. And noticed Lily still had more. Fair. The conflict resumed. Reasonable. Immediately. God. Then Lily gasped. Fair. "No!" Reasonable.

I like taking my time, that way, I can get used to the idea of living with Xander. Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore, I listen to Vincent talking to his cars while I place an order for new books. One of those books is The Art of War by Sun Tsu. I want to read it and see why Alexei loves it so much. My thoughts turn to the BBQ, and I must admit, I enjoyed it a lot. And Rosemarie was right. Everyone seemed pretty normal. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe guns and men smoking cigars while plotting the end of the world?