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“But I lost the baby, so….” I watched their eyes widen in shock and Sasha’s hand immediately clamped over her mouth as she gasped. Rayne’s gaze raked over me once more and then he averted his gaze from his just as something which seemed to be sympathy flickered in his eyes. It was his turn to clear his throat uncomfortably. Rayne wasn’t the typical expressive person, unlike Sasha; he was usually quiet and at times overly haughty. We had met in the parking lot on a drizzly morning like this, and he had approached me saying I was cute, saying flirty and silly things really.

Rowen asked, looking from me to Raziel. “Rayne is a Reaver with Wolf focused abilities.” Raziel finally said. Neither brother said anything, but the slow inhale from Rowen, and the subtle seat shift from Ramses, told me everything I needed to know. These tiny, nonverbal cues conveyed a wealth of information, hinting at the complex, simmering tensions that lay just beneath the surface.

Every time she thought the rage might settle, it flared hotter. Across from her, in his own cell, Cain sat on the floor with his head lowered. His black hair fell forward, obscuring most of his face. He hadn’t spoken much since he’d been thrown in here, but his silence didn’t earn him mercy in her eyes. “You should have told them to kill me outright,” Rayne said finally, her voice flat. “It would have been cleaner.” Cain didn’t look up. “I didn’t bring you here to die.”

It's another text. “I'M NO FOOL, EVERHART. I KNOW YOU MUST BE TRYING TO TRACK ME DOWN RIGHT NOW. BUT I'LL ADVISE YOU TO THINK TWICE BEFORE DOING ANYTHING. THE LIVES OF YOUR WIFE AND YOUR CHILD DEPEND ON YOUR NEXT MOVE, SO CHOOSE WISELY.” I curse under my breath and clench the phone. A beep follows and an image pops up on the screen. My stomach drops. It's Rayne. Tied to a chair, unconscious, her head slumped forward and thick ropes wrapped around her. Her face is pale, lips cracked and there's a bruise on her cheek.

Leaning my head against the door, I strained my hearing and listened as my brother sobbed in the room beyond. Of all the vampires who had to be taken… why did it have to be Trey? Why couldn’t someone have taken Korin? He we could deal without. “Rhayden?” I lifted my head and looked to the side to Tony. “Tony?” “Is Lord Raynes in?” I looked back at the door for a few seconds, then stood back, and turned to Tony. “I would give him some time, Tony. He’s just got word of the loss of Trey and Sasha. He’s not in a good way.”

She felt less lonely when she had to stay at home alone, because Damien would check on him and tell her how Ryan is doing at his school. “Do you think I would be able to see again?” Raya asked Damien while she’s busy practicing how to read using Braille. “You’ll probably get a donor soon, let’s just wait.” Damien answered. He’s staying positive that Raya would be able to see again. “I really hope so, I wanted to see everyone again and I wanted to see you and your chicken wings.” Damien chuckled. “There you go with that chicken wings again.” Raya laughed at Damien’s sulking voice, “I’m just kidding. But can I have one request?”

She was either very shy or hiding something. Jesse rested his head against his knees. Rayne rested beside him, rubbing his back in soothing circles, making it evident the two of them had grown fond of each other. Rayne had brown skin and stark white hair that hung long, like a curtain. Her eyes were the same color gray as Jesse's, but she was smaller, more petite in size. Jesse wore tattered dark jeans while Rayne wore clothing like that of the other gargoyles we'd seen. I couldn't help but wonder what she must've done to end up in prison. That was sure to be a story. "I'm going to get some rest," I said, and moved to curl up in the corner on the far side of the cell.

"Tomorrow I still have to go to the Hope Camp to deal with the last batch of 'patients.' And Celine is almost at the final stage too—I need to stay by her side and see whether she can awaken an ability. "Guillermo, don't disappoint me." Smiling, Ray took out his phone and started reading a novel. He had downloaded them all before the apocalypse—completed ones, of course. Any unfinished story would surely be abandoned forever, doomed to eternal hiatus. "I hate authors who drop their stories," he muttered, "but this time I'll let it slide. After all, this is a natural disaster—force majeure." Before he knew it, it was almost five o'clock. The sky, already gloomy, grew even darker.

I read the same sentence four times and retain nothing. “Right,” says a voice beside me. “What are we reading.” Ryan drops into the sand where Cain was, still dripping, smelling like the sea. “Something you wouldn’t like,” I say. “Probably true.” He leans over to look at the cover. “Definitely true.” He looks at me. “Come do something fun.” “I am doing something fun.” “You’re hiding behind a book.” “I’m reading.” “Same thing.” He stands and holds out his hand. “Low commitment. I promise.”

"Don't worry about anything. Everything will become okay again starting from next week. The Reynolds' influence only is enough to bring the company back to spotlight again. So quit drinking and partying under the disguise of being frustrated." Ronnie avoided eye contact with Owen. Knowing that he had been caught. A WEEK LATER. A knocking the door jolted Jayden out of sleep and he pressed the button on his desk and unlocked the door. Theodore walked in, looking surprised. "Why are you here? I thought I dropped you at the hotel yesterday." Rubbing his face and threading his hand through his hair, Jayden tiredly replied. "Yeah. I came back to make use of some precious hours."