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"I know why. I'm not asking you to forgive any of it. I just need to know he's okay." She left. I stood in the middle of my apartment for a long moment after the door clicked shut. I knew what I was thinking. I knew exactly what I was thinking and I did not want to think it. I pushed it down and walked over to turn off the television that had been running low in the background since the night before. The anchor's voice came up clear just as I reached the remote. "Construction site in the warehouse district where workers made the discovery early this morning. Police have confirmed the identity of the deceased as.."

Dad yelled, slamming his palm against the steering wheel before he pressed the search button. I pulled on the sleeve of my hoodie while we waited for something to happen. After the radio cycled through all the stations twice, it suddenly stopped on a fuzzy signal coming from 88.1. "... and all residents are being asked to stay at home and lock their doors. Officials say the escaped prisoners are armed and dangerous. Six deaths have been confirmed with many left injured. While in transit—" The station cut to back to static. Shivers ran through me. What the hell was that? The closest prison was at least thirty miles away.

“That's not what I meant, and you know it. Look for a watch, a calendar, a goddamn cellphone screen.” I let the vision replay again as I walked around. I hated how I couldn't physically touch anything. I was a ghost trapped inside the house as I watched my mate get murdered again and again. I couldn't rewind time by a couple of minutes or fast forward to the future to see what I needed. I was only able to see what I was given, and that was it.

While Vlad was confident in his men’s loyalty, he didn’t delude himself into thinking that leaks were impossible. “But,” he tried again. “The girl—” Eton stared him down. “The girl is none of your concern. Dismissed.” Nodding tightly, Vlad left the room. Once he was back in the control center, he sat in his chair and looked blankly at the security feeds. After a moment, he keyed a passcode into the datapad and brought up the security feed for Kennedy girl’s room. The kid was sprawled on the bed, reading a book. Vlad frowned; he didn’t think there had been books in that room.

At this moment, I had no strength to fight them but to just do their bidding. I wanted Jamie to get well before I did anything. It would be better that way. As I scrolled through the deathboard, I realized that Gustavo wasn't even on the board but there was a name that was placed at the highest bid on the top slot. Why on earth would anyone want Christopher killed?

"I'd keep every secret in the world from you if it meant keeping you safe. When you truly need to know something, I promise, you'll know." There's no room for argument in his voice. I nod. With Reid, when he says something, he means it. He's always been the most reckless of them, someone who leans into danger rather than away from it, but his word has never been empty. I'm nearly asleep when Logan's voice cuts through everything, sharp and low. "Killian. Turn on the TV. Channel 18. Now." My eyes open. My heart picks up at his tone alone. Killian doesn't hesitate, he grabs the remote and flips the channel.

No— He smiled in that sick, calculating way. And then the gunshot. And another. I couldn’t breathe. I sat frozen, my hands numb, knees locking as if standing was no longer an option. The news anchor continued. “Dominic Rossi is seen here in what experts confirm is a direct execution order involving two civilians—both later confirmed dead in an unsolved double homicide last year. Authorities believe this footage will lead to a nationwide investigation into—” The room faded. Not figuratively.

Sophia’s POV. I realized something was amiss the moment the television screen activated. The courtroom footage played causing my body to tense yet it wasn’t the video depicting my shooting. The screen displayed a censored clip featuring the janitor's daughter who had shot at me standing in a dimly lit room. Her face appeared indistinct yet her vocal expression of suffering remained clear. The reporters’ voices overlapped as they narrated the horror.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.