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I try to concentrate, but the warmth of Grayson’s shoulder is far too close to mine. When the bus finally pulls away from campus, I turn toward the window and pretend to be interested in the passing buildings. “You’re avoiding me,” Grayson says. “I’m reading.” “You’ve been staring at the same page for five minutes.” I glance down at my notes and realize he’s right. “I’m thinking.” “About me?” I turn toward him with an annoyed expression, but the amused smile on his face makes it impossible to take him seriously. “You’re incredibly full of yourself.”

"Is this really necessary?" "I'm sure I won't have to kill anyone this way. Go. Get her to a safe place" "Be careful" I whispher to him when he walks towards the lumbering jackasses that has only recently observed that their friend is dead. "I'm coming back. You're not getting rid of me" Grayson says arrogantly, tossing me an unconcerned look over his shoulder. ***

Grayson opened his eyes. The fog had thinned. He no longer stood among graves. Instead, he found himself beside a narrow stream cutting through black stone. The water looked strangely clear. Too clear. He knelt. His reflection stared back. Then it smiled. Grayson immediately stepped away. His own face continued smiling inside the water. "You've always chased ghosts." The voice belonged to him. Yet it wasn't. "You failed your mother." The reflection's silver eyes darkened. "You failed Savannah." "You failed Noah."

Waiting. Luna’s legs refused to move. Grayson stepped closer, pressing his palm to the small of her back. “You don’t have to rush. I’ll be here.” She turned to him, grateful for his presence. Grayson had become so much more than a name in her story. He was a constant—a reminder that even the darkest chapters could be rewritten. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Soft afternoon light spilled through sheer curtains, casting golden slants across the polished floors. The room was spacious but intimate. A vase of fresh lilies sat on the windowsill, their fragrance subtle and sweet.

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

But the mark beneath my skin throbbed faintly, like it was listening. “Hey.” Grayson’s voice pulled me back. He limped toward me, bandaged shoulder and all, holding two mugs of coffee that smelled burnt but comforting. “You’ve been out here all night.” “Couldn’t sleep,” I murmured, taking one of the mugs. The bitter heat scalded my tongue. “Too quiet.” “Quiet’s supposed to be a good thing,” he said, settling beside me. “Means we’re alive.” “Alive doesn’t mean fine.”

ADELINE Whispers. Angry and impatient. The house was boring. Another reminder that I really needed to start working again, but Grayson wasn’t having it. Especially after the recent scare. Kris and Jay had dropped in from time to time and when I thought they would be the voice of reasoning and get him to understand why it would actually help me, they chose now to agree with their arch enemy, the little traitors.

~Lexia "Listen, you shouldn't be here," Grayson insisted, glancing around as if someone might see him talking to a negligible such as me. I roll my eyes, brushing past him, only to be followed closely. He grabs my arm, forcing me to give him my full attention. "You could at least tell me why you're here."

It's time for me to erase these memories and create new ones somewhere else. I'm ashamed to breathe the same air as you. Farewell, mum and little brother. Grayson gulps and clenches his fist around the paper. He keeps reading Kian's last words over and over again, trying to convince himself that it's not what he's thinking. "Grayson," Will pulls him away from his tragic thoughts, shaking his arm, "Please, can you help me look for him?" he sobs. "Yes," Grayson says with a breathless voice, "I'll look for him, Will. I'll look for him everywhere,"

ALEX “Are you out of your freaking mind?!” Grayson yelled, jerking to his feet. “I thought you were trying to restore your freedom, not put a fucking leash on your neck!” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Grayson, sit down and let me explain,” I said and extended my hand, reaching for a glass of whiskey Daniel had just placed on the table. Grayson frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Go ahead. I'm listening.”