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Warren said annoyingly, and he sat down on the near couch. "You said you're going to help me. That's why we are here. I'm thankful, and Dad let me borrow his jet plane to be able to follow them," she replied, and went to the window to see the place when she suddenly saw Grey and Katlyn kissing on the balcony. Warren heaved a deep sigh when he heard her response.

I went back to the chapel where we’d been married. Our wedding photo hung above the altar — her smile frozen in time. The moment I saw it, my chest cracked open again. While she was dying in the sky, I was drinking champagne with another woman. The thought made me sick. That’s when I noticed the envelope again. My hands shook as I opened it. Inside — her medical report. And screenshots of the messages Bianca had sent her. As I read, my blood turned cold. The truth hit like a bullet. The next thing I remember, the envelope was on the floor, papers scattered.

Lucien whispered, “Evelyn, if your soul remains, hear me. I kept my word. This world lives. But I don’t know how to live without you.” A drop of blood fell to the ground. It sparked into a tiny light — then vanished like mist. --- The next day, Lucien headed north, to the old Crimson Pact battlefield. On the way, he met Adrian — who fought beside Evelyn to the last breath. He now led the last survivors, a small force rebuilding order. Adrian saw Lucien, face freezing. “You’re still alive.” Lucien smiled. “I’m not sure this counts as living.” Silence. Then Adrian said:

“Fourteen years. That earns you something. But Drew? He’s got people now. Real people. You start sniffing around, they’ll notice. And they won’t care who took the fall.” Meekey smirked. “Let ‘em notice.” “You trying to get revenge?” She shook her head. “Not revenge.” He looked at her a long moment. “Then what?” “Balance.”

"New one fights. Media sees that. Fans see that." Christian hung up after last warning. I looked out window. Cameras flashed below. Frenzy raged but I felt right. The apartment quiet now except my thoughts. Captain made choice. Paid price. Ready for whatever came next.

“There's no expectations. Just dinner.” Her smile softens. “Good, because that's all that was happening tonight anyway.” The waitress comes, and we order appetizers, the jerk wings, fried green tomatoes, honey chicken biscuits, and the conversation flows like we’ve been doing this for years instead of weeks. We get on the subject of Comic-Con and our favorite characters. She then tries to argue that Spider-Man: No Way Home isn’t the best Marvel movie to date. She started talking about the The Black Panther movies, Captain America Winter Soldier, and ShangChi and Legend of the Ten Rings was much better.

Before Dante could answer, Serena said, “That won’t work. I’ll be coming back after the wedding. How can she take my room?” “I don’t want to move back,” I said. Dante’s expression softened. “When I return, I’ll buy you a new house. I’m sorry you’ve suffered these few days.” Then he got into the car and left with Serena. I watched the convoy disappear, then went back to my room and began packing the research notes I had hidden for years.

The morning after the attack, the penthouse was silent except for the faint beeping of medical machines and the low hum of police radios downstairs. Elara sat up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, one hand over her stomach, the other gripping Lucian’s sleeve. Lucian hadn’t let go of her since dawn. Marek rested in a separate room, stabilized but exhausted. Elara exhaled shakily. “Lucian… what happens now?” Lucian rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Now? I will keep you safe. And Marek. And the baby.”

The loud shattering sound startled guest from the other room. “ What are you doing?” Uncle Ben barked and grabbed Sebastian by the collar. “ What was that for? Do you want to get apprehended?” He points at the CCTV camera in the private room. Sebastian followed his gaze, stared at the CCTV camera, hissed and walked out of the restaurant, he got to his car, got in and zoomed off with so much speed. Every car and motorcycle on the way gave way for the reckless driver. Uncle Ben noticed this and quickly took his car and followed after Sebastian.

“Neither am I?” “That’s not what I meant,” he said smoothly. “I just don’t want complications.” Jordan swung her legs over the side of the bed. “It’s coffee, Jay. Not a scandal.” He smiled faintly. “Everything becomes a scandal if people want it to.” The words lingered after he left. Later that day, sitting across from Calloway in a small café not unlike the one she’d visited with Marissa, Jordan realized something she hadn’t felt in years.