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soft pants puffed out behind each word. Ray .

I am indeed a hopeless romantic. I turned around my swivel chair and faced the glass window, overlooking the whole city where I am currently living. It was already midnight and some stars aligned in the sky. I counted ten stars scattered within the reach of my eyes until I got bored and decided to go back to reading the new book I just bought from the bookstore.

Nina gave Rayne a strange smile that made her shiver. “Now, Rayne, shall we continue?” It was bound to be a long night.

Evelyn glared at Olivia once she talked and she immediately stopped talking. “Later,” Evelyn told her and Olivia nodded, "I get it..." Evelyn finally said after what seemed like forever. "She can only find out that you told him or them if you uttered what happened between the two of you, but if Adrian read your mind, she would never find out," Evelyn spoke to Rayne. "Really?" Hope flashed in Rayne's eyes as she heard what Evelyn told her. "But... how was he able to read my mind?" Rayne asked.

She was holding a bottle of champagne. "I was going to open this when I got in," she said, "but since I cannot get in, I figured the neighbors who let me bother them at nine PM deserved it more." She looked at Emma first. Then Alex. Smiled at both of them. "I'm Raines. Raines Webster." "Emma Parker." Emma stepped back from the door. "This is Alex Richardson." "Come in," Alex said. Raines came in and looked around the apartment with the same open curiosity she had aimed at the hallway. Her eyes moved across the bookshelves, the artwork, the Hartley files still spread across the dining table, Emma's boots by the door beside Alex's.

Killian hesitated at the door. "Do you want a minute?" I asked gently. He shook his head, his face unreadable. Then he pushed the door open. And there she was. Rayne. God, she looked like a ghost. Her skin was pale, her cheeks hollowed out, and her frame barely made a dent in the hospital bed. Wires ran from her arms to the machines behind her. She was sitting up, a thin blanket over her legs, her back straight in that stubborn way that said she refused to look weak, even when her body was clearly betraying her.

I said. “I don't even know how you're able to still crack a joke, Sal,” Rayne said, wiping at her eyes. “My brain feels like it's going to explode and my chest hurts on the inside.” I opened the door to her room and waited for her to get inside before following and shutting it behind us. Rayne took a seat on her bed, still silently crying. Tears ran down her cheeks faster than she could wipe them off. “Rayne, what really happened down there? What did you see?”

“Are you ready?” ‎ ‎She nodded once. “Read it.” ‎ ‎Ray opened the envelope slowly. The sound of paper tearing felt like thunder in the silence. He pulled out the papers and scanned them quickly. His face gave nothing away. ‎ ‎“Well?” Elena pressed. ‎ ‎Ray swallowed, then said quietly, “The results are… negative.” ‎ ‎The word hung heavy in the air. ‎ ‎I froze. Negative? ‎ ‎Not sisters. Not family. Not by blood. ‎

I said pleading with her to just tell me so we can clear this matter up. “We kissed and made out physically and then in my head we had sex.” Rayne finally confused and I looked at her confused. “What do you mean in your head?” I ask her. “Christopher can connect with me when I have my eyes closed. He can come to me.” Rayne tells me and although it sounds harmless, I must know, “Can he still come to you here in our world?” Rayne shakes her head yes. “Has he come to you in this world?” I ask her and she shakes her head yes again.