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The creatures screamed around them. The maze shook violently. And Riven— Riven looked terrified. Not angry. Not cold. Terrified. “Don’t let go,” Lena whispered. His grip tightened painfully. “As if I would.” Another section of floor collapsed beneath him. Jax shouted— “RIVEN!” But Riven ignored everyone. Only looking at Lena. Only holding Lena. And that was the exact moment the others truly understood the rumors were real. Because Riven Cross the most dangerous player in the Aftergame looked more afraid of losing Lena…...than dying himself.

It was just a little celebration between us. Music buzzed from one of our teammates’ speakers. Not too loud, but loud enough to keep the place going. I was happy, our team was happy, the coach was happy, everyone was happy. Okay, I lied. Not everyone. Because Riven... All through the remaining minutes of the game, after what happened between him and Mason, or… Me and Mason?

Cum dripped down his thighs onto Kael’s stomach. “Not yet,” Riven said, voice low and dangerous. “You’re not leaving this club until I’ve had my fill. And you’re not killing me until you admit you don’t want to anymore.” He reached back, guided Kael’s still-hard cock back to his hole, and sank down onto it with a filthy moan. This time Riven rode him — slow, deep, rolling his hips in a way that made Kael see stars. “You feel that?” Riven whispered, grinding down hard. “That’s me claiming the man sent to end me. How does it feel knowing the target is fucking you back?”

Thunderous applause filled the hall. Grace walked to the center of the hall and looked at me, her eyes shimmering like starlight. After years of being underestimated, the Sutton family had finally risen to the center of Jorvale's elite circle in this life. I inadvertently met her radiant gaze. In my previous life, after I "accidentally" died in a car crash, my soul lingered in the air, tethered by a powerful obsession. That was when I saw the first person who rushed to the scene—Grace.

They had been ambushed but they’d fought and they’d lost. Riven stepped deeper into the room. The fifth warrior lay near the central workstation, one hand still curled around a discharged weapon. All five, elite, trained by Riven himself. Dead. The silence pressed in around him, and then he saw Cassian. He was several feet beyond the others. Riven’s steps faltered. For a split second, denial tried to take hold. “No.” His steps slowed, he didn’t want to reach him because reaching him would make it real but he did.

He pulls out and urges me to back up on to Riven. Riven takes his place without hesitation. A few deep thrusts and he passes me back. Kennedy, Riven, Kennedy, Riven. The distance between us closes. My body is pressed tight between two. They fall into a rhythm, taking turns on my pussy as I wriggle and moan in the middle and it’s fucking heaven. It’s Riven who pushes his fingers into my mouth when Kennedy’s inside me. It’s Riven who whispers in my ear to make them nice and wet for him.

And when I stared at the mirror, I was proud of she who stared right back at me - Rhea Dawson. A tear escaped my eyes and I dabbed my cheek gently with a napkin and then a powder brush. It was a happy tear, reminding me of all the bumps and hurdles we had overcome in the previous years. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into my memories, reminiscing on everything we've been through in the past eight years.

She’d learned from Roman—blend in, disappear, observe. Now, she was watching the man with the ivory lapel pin. The one with a habit of showing up where trouble brewed. Draven Myles. Arms dealer. Ex-intelligence. Charming, efficient, and dangerously unpredictable. According to the brief, he was here to auction a stolen data drive—one encrypted with the last known list of Core remnants, rogue agents who once worked under Lucien Kade but vanished after his fall. The kind of list that could start a war. Eden touched her earpiece. “You’ve got eyes?”

Riven whispers She hesitates, voice echoing in the stillness: Valeria: “Nothing yet. It’s… as if the veil rejects us.” Riven slams his fist into the oak altar, rattling scrolls and vials. “What good is drowning poison in blood if we can’t pull them back when we need them?!” asked Riven who was already growing impatient. His breath shakes as he scans the tokens of power around him,a necklace carved from a siren bone, a wolf’s fang, a stone vial of pure energy. None responded. No spark, no twinkle, no whisper. “We’re running out of lines to draw. Combinations to weave. …Riven, we don’t have time.” Valeria said.