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she smirked, shaking her head in disbelief. “It’s not bad to expect.” Aarush shrugged and grinned as he faced me. “You and Cole. Kione and Gen. And finally, a mate for our beloved sister.” Bryce scoffed, wandering his eyes on the mess they made in the living room. “There’s no Cole and Brielle. Lucilla and me? It’s not happening, man,” he sighed, patting Aarush on his right shoulder before stepping toward the bar. My eyes were locked on Bryce. As I watched him take a bottle of whiskey, relief mixed with sadness hurt me. I turned away, pretending to scan the front yard and hoping to show them I was not affected.

“And lay on your back.” Bryce’s throat closed, a sob catching before it could form. Tears stung his eyes. It was hot, and unwanted, but he couldn’t stop them. His legs limped toward the table anyway, stiff, and heavy, as if they belonged to someone else. Step by step, he approached the table, each shuffle of his feet dragging him further into despair. He wanted to scream, to resist, but the silent threat in Dom’s stare left no space for defiance. He climbed up, body limp, and laid back, staring at the ceiling as the tears spilled freely now, sliding down his temples.

“Take your hands off my wife, or I’ll make sure you never use them again.” The grip on my throat loosens. Bryce stumbles back, his eyes darting around for an exit, realizing too late that he’s trapped in a cage with a monster. When he learns there's no exit, he tries to grab me again, maybe to use me as leverage. Zayn moves faster than I could track. One second he is ten feet away, the next, Bryce’s arm is snapping back at an angle that makes me want to vomit. The scream that follows is cut short by a heavy thud.

I explained. As soon as I stood up, I felt dizzy and Zale immediately went to me to support me. “The fire spirit was using the count to slowly destroy the morale of the elemental users.” I said while Zale guided me to my seat. They all looked at me with confusion. That is why we need to infiltrate the mansion, and put an end to this.

The first wolf’s knees buckled instantly. The second hesitated — then lowered slowly. The third resisted, muscles straining. For a moment, the air went tight. Doubt flickered. Then— He dropped. Not forced. Yielding. A collective inhale swept the clearing. The power receded gently instead of snapping back. No dizziness. No collapse. Control. Marcus Vale stared at me differently now. Not skeptical. Concerned. The balance of the clearing had shifted. Damon stepped forward, pride radiating from him in waves he didn’t try to hide.

But she didn't need to intervene. Bryce moved with a speed that made the "golden retriever" jokes irrelevant. He didn't shift; he simply tackled the two messengers mid-air, his tanned arms corded with muscle as he slammed them into the asphalt. When the third messenger tried to cast a sleep spell on Jackie, Bryce threw himself in front of her, taking the magical blast to his shoulder. He didn't fall; he roared, the sound echoing off the restaurant walls, and backhanded the witch with enough force to shatter her mask.

“I hope so. I keep thinking he should be here you know? I’m just trying to save the company.” “And that you’ve done.” He gave my hand another squeeze. “I’m sure he’s super proud of you.” I nodded but it didn’t feel that way. Not when I failed to protect my Dad. Bryce talked some more about his deal when the main courses arrived. The duck confit was actually perfect. I leaned back in the chair, slowly feeling relaxed. If I were being honest, everything was starting to feel normal. Safe even. “Sydney,” Bryce set down his fork. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

I really love you. Through the lines, I only read his reluctance. Without hesitation, I blocked the number that I could recite even in my dreams. On the wedding day, Colin, covered in blood, crawled across the road and blocked our path. Through the car window, I saw him drag himself toward us. He shouted, "Selena, help me! I regret it so much. Come and see me." It was a horrific scene, making me jump. Lucien quickly covered my eyes. "Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away."

A massive, glowing hole opened up, revealing the inner workings of the city’s power grid—a swirling pit of pure, blue energy that looked like a hungry mouth. I started to slide toward the edge. I grabbed for a pipe, but my fingers slipped. The Bryan-thing watched me with no emotion at all. "End of chapter," he said. I looked down at the pit. If I fell, I would be erased. I reached out, desperate, and my hand brushed against the blue gun lying in the dirt. I grabbed it. I didn't aim at him. I aimed at the ground right between us. "If I go," I said, my voice steady, "we both go."