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"You may not understand what I am, but let's not pretend you don't know enough."

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THE HOURS seemed to fly by as I stared out into the stillness of the ocean. The stars were fading as the sun peaked from the horizon giving a slight hue to the blackened sky.

I had been here the whole night. Lost to the world. Lost to myself. Lost to the wind.

But not lonely.

The sound of waves kept me company, the far-away sounds of seagulls lulled me, and the taste of salt in the air reminded me there were more bitter things in this world than what I had done. It was comforting in a sense. The ocean was comforting.

My body felt stiff. My knees ached. I had been seated on them for hours. But I didn't mind. My gaze dropped to my open palms, staring at them again. I have looked at them in moments for hours. Remembering all they did.

And still, they shake.

Pursing my lips, I sighed, resting them on my knees, squeezing tightly.

With the morning sun came questions. Was everyone alright? Had they survived the night? Had they found it?

The thing I created?

The image of the creature purged my mind once more, and I shut my eyes, grunting inwardly at the feeling. My chest burned.

It felt so heavy I had the urge to rub the spot over my heart, even my throat felt dry.

God, I hoped I didn't hurt anyone else the way I hurt Naala.

Because none of them deserved it.

My fingers trembled and I squeezed my thighs again trying to take deep breaths.

Deep, deep, breaths.

My wrist suddenly began to tingle and my eyes darted to the weird feeling. It felt less of an itch more of a burn.

My eyebrows drew in, pulling up my sleeve. It had never done that before.

My eyes widened at what I saw.

There was a glow.

An actual glow on my wrist. The scar, the scar the rash had made, was glowing. It was a mere gleam, but in the darkened surroundings, it wasn't hard to miss.

Panic settled at the sight, an increase in my heart rate.

This wasn't normal.

This wasn't normal— OFCOURSE IT WASN'T NORMAL. My scars were glowing.

I stared at it, paralyzed for a moment.

Everything about me wasn't normal.

I struggled to breathe, my hands tightening against my thighs, and I began to pant.

The truth settled. I've never been normal.

Everything I ever was, was an illusion.

All my life, I was always different, even without my dilect being so apparent. Without a voice, I couldn't do a lot of things.

I couldn't sing along to popular songs, get on a phone and talk to someone, or Yell when I was angry. I would always have to wait until someone was looking at me. I couldn't burst out loud laughing, or wail, and most importantly, I couldn't. Scream.

How I wanted to scream.

I wanted to yell at someone. Someone was to blame for all this.

For giving me a dilect I couldn't control, for hiding who I was for 17 years. For stranding me here on this stupid island, for everything I am, everything I'm not. And probably everything I'll never be.

Of course. I wasn't. Normal.

Even converts looked at me like I was an alien. The look in Lira's eyes, Albert's, and Omkara reigned in my head.

And now there was this stupid thing GLOWING on my wrist.

I couldn't breathe.

I pulled at my collar, struggling to take deep breathes in, and then-

The crunch of footsteps behind me suddenly caused me to still, my heart pounding as the hairs on my neck rose.

I froze. Because I knew exactly who it was.

I didn't even have to turn to confirm this.

Only one person was capable of bringing about this reaction even when I was in the middle of a panic attack.

Only one person could send my body cold, goosebumps lining my skin.

Only he could cause my very heart to stop momentarily and somehow keep me breathing.

He was here. He had come for me.

Tears pricked my eyes as relief flooded me. I wasn't alone anymore.

But I couldn't turn. I couldn't even when I wanted to.

I was afraid he would see.

I was afraid he would see just how weak I was at this moment.

Just how direly I needed him.

And though I knew he had seen me half dead before what I was truly afraid of was that he would turn me away.

I couldn't handle that. Not right now.

I couldn't take it. He just needed to be close. That's all.

I took a sharp breath in, feeling more relaxed.

Despite all I knew he was. I felt safe. I felt no judgment in his presence. I felt calm.

I took out a soft breath, my heart slowing to a gentle beat as his footsteps stopped a few feet away from me.

Silence consumed us but I didn't mind this silence. I didn't mind the feel of his dark gaze on me. I didn't mind feeling frozen. The numbness was good.

I kept my eyes on the ocean. On the silent seas.

"I see you conjured a Basilisk," He calls.

The first words said directly to me in days. His voice is cool, his accent apparent in every word, calm over the sound of the waves rolling beneath us.

I stiffen at his statement.

Not because of his words, but the thought of that creature, hunting students in the forest.

"I must confess," he drags, accent heavy, a moment passing. My heart beats faster.

"I have never laid eyes on a creature as magnificent."

My eyebrows arch and my heart beats faster. I turn to look at him, still unsure I've heard right.

Magnificent?

Harvest stands against the sheet of fading darkness as if he commands its very essence and it lingers about just to cling to him. His eyes are cool, but dawn deep when they meet mine. The wind tousles through his dark locks, revealing every inch of godlike appearance.

He looks like a dark god.

He holds my heavy stare, and for a moment he just watches. Watches me.

Hands tucked in his coat, quiet against the early morning breezes.

I do the same. Because it's a moment we've missed.

Being alone, looking at each other.

Silence rolls between us, only parted by the sound of waves hitting the rocks beneath us.

I push away the puffs of hair the wind blows to my face, my eyes squinting slightly, keeping on him.

"Fuck," He suddenly curses. It's breathless and causes my heart to beat roughly.

Muddled, I watch him, uncertain of his sudden reaction.

His eyebrows draw in for a moment, as if he just realized he had spoken, breaking eye contact when his eyes find the ground then the sky.

Shaking his head, chuckling for a moment as if he is both amused and shares in some sort of disbelief.

"It's scales," he explains, lingering on the word for a moment.

His eyes find mine in an instant, his lips straightening as he holds my eyes, "looked obsidian through the shadows, but under the moonlight," he pauses, "they were onyx."

His gaze searches mine and then moves upward, it is as if he is debating to say the next words,  "It's a replica of your hair—every time you sit in the moonlight, or..." He trails off, gaze darkening, "when dawn dares to touch you."

As he speaks I feel the light warm rays of early morning graze my back, and my heart begins to pound. My body feels alive.

My thoughts are full. Filled with memories of his drawings of me, of simple moments, of his stares that trapped me in his blue gaze.

To think that what I had thought was dangerous to him, he would think beautiful. Magnificent.

To think the dark being before me had noticed such intimate details about me not even I had ever thought existed.

Obsidian, Black, Onyx, only Harvest could tell the difference. Only he could.

Silence once more. My heart thumps steadily within me.

His gaze shifts off me, and then he grunts something I can't hear. A low quip.

He clears his throat, and his tone shifts into something more recognizable for Harvest, clasping his hands behind his back, he seemed to remember that he was the Alpha and I was merely a leviathan under his regiment.

"I came because I know you're worried," He starts, his tone straight and pointed, "but everyone is fine."

I blink at his closed statement at the swiftness at which he returns to the Harvest I am not so fond of.

"Those affected—" he continues.

I freeze at this.

"Are still unconscious but in recovery."

People got hurt. People got hurt because of me.

"Miss Moonshine's methods are extremely effective, Talanda" He pushes, his gaze meeting mine, it is as if he is trying to assure me even in this form, "for both realistic and in the instances of mythical emergencies. There is none better to care for them. They'll survive."

My gaze dropped back to my lap. I did not feel better even after that information.

No one died to my relief but people still got hurt. People were unconscious, probably just like Naala. I felt awful.

The morning breeze swept by, whispering through my hair, bringing in the taste of the ocean beneath us. When I looked back at Harvest he was staring. Again.

As if lost for a moment.

"Have you even thought about it?" He asked quietly.

I hold his softened gaze.

"What is it you've done?" His gaze narrows slightly, "Or are you still too afraid?"

My heart pounds within me. My throat is dry.

"She was scared you too, you know." He adds

My gaze flashes to him again. Naala? Images of her frightened face fill my head.

"You—" he breathes, slowly,  "brought her into this world and then abandoned her." His gaze flashes to me, "You gave her life and then, you were afraid of her."

T-The snake?

"You run away." He finishes. His jaw tightens.

"You always run," he mutters as if a stale realization dawns on him.

"You do know not all dark creatures are monsters.." he continues, "I thought you would be an expert in this detection. Since you've already met a monster."

I freeze at his words. Suddenly the world is cold and blue.

My lips purse watching him.

His voice is suddenly filled with spite,  jaw ticking.

"I was in her head. She was trying to defend you. But you're always going to be scared of things that aren't inherently good, aren't you?"

His jaw hardened, "If they belong in the dark, if they look like they're monsters, they're monsters, right?"

I'm dumbfounded.

A lot of things I want to say but no way to say it.

My hands are empty, but my eyes are full. I want to write something, but there is no way to do it.

When silence is all that is, he shakes his head, running a frustrated hand through his hair and then without a further word seemingly angrier all of a sudden, he withdraws, turning away and tromping toward the trees.

I got up as if on instinct, watching him move farther and farther away down the cliffside.

What was that?

A full-blown massacre? That was unfair.

Ofcourse I was scared. I was unsure of what had happened, and a girl was turning to stone beside me. I had no idea what was happening, I was confused. That's why I came to him.

Because I knew he would understand. But he didn't. He didn't even get the chance. Because he turned me away. Left me hanging, just like he was doing now.

His words, the hurt in his eyes.

This was more than about the Basilisk, wasn't it?

It was about us.

The Vampires. All that had happened.

Me, running.

Ofcourse I ran!

I didn't know who the hell I trusted! I unknowingly teleported into that forest because I was worried about the boy who sat beside me till dawn, who called me beautiful, who did things to my heart but somehow kept it beating.

That boy!

I didn't know the being that vampires knelt before and called the heir of darkness.

Who was now suddenly everything I feared and refused to believe.

With wings the replicas of the converts who brought my plane down and set me spiraling 38,000 feet to the ground, and left my mother in a comma.

Ofcourse I was scared!

Scared I was the dumb stupid girl I have always been, trusting blindly.

So yes, naturally....I ran. And now I'm the villain?

What the hell was I supposed to do?

He was the one keeping secrets. He knew everything and played me like a fiddle. He did things no convert could do.

Of course. I. Ran.

And now, he was walking away from me.

Heavens.

Why did I only care that he was walking away from me?

The wind tousled through my hair as I stomped after him, raging with a fury of my own, down the cliffside toward the forest.

By god, If I was good at running, he was a master at walking away and leaving me hanging.

He owed me an explanation. After all, it was he who sent Omkara in his place.

It was he who abandoned me. 3 days was up, where was he?

I didn't fail to recognize the irony of it all. I had only wished for this moment a million times, for him to let go.

And now, it was like I had done a complete 180 and pivoted from my very design.

Complete madness.

But I didn't care.

Not anymore.

I stopped, clapping loudly and angrily, trying to get his attention as we reached the crowning of the trees.

His footsteps crunched against dried leaves and twigs.

I clapped again, louder this time, stopping by a tree, my jaw tight.

He could hear me but didn't stop. The jerk!

I picked up a pebble and threw it at him. It whizzed right past his ear, missing him by a quarter inch, whizzing causing him to stop.

He spun around, eyes flaming, hot with anger. A dark glare in his eyes.

"Seriously?!" he all but barked.

I stared at him surprised for a moment, pulling back slightly.

He looked furious.

My fingers tucked into fists, my heart pounding.

He stared at me for a moment breathing heavily, a dark rage in his eyes.

He blinked for a moment, turning his head away for a moment, hissing something I couldn't quite hear, and then he seemed to snap out of the emotions he was displaying.

The dark look in his eyes slowly cleared as he seemed to lock back into his senses.

His breathing became longer and easier.

He looked at the morning sky as if trying to recollect his thoughts, closing his eyes for a moment, his fists loosening, running a hand down his face momentarily as if he was exhausted.

He let out a breath, looking at me.

He stared at me for a moment. The moment lingered, and his eyes turned muddy.

Just staring as if mapping my face before folding his arms and looking away, shaking his head.

He bit at his lip, turning slightly.

"I..." he trailed off, his gaze snapping to me before spacing out into the cold blue prisons he was famous for.

"What is it now, Talanda? Considering the aftermath of your little revenge spree, there's a lot to do," he stated coldly.

I stared at him for a moment.

He did a good job at reminding me of the Harvest that I knew in the hallway, with the sirens that first night, waiting for me with Daya in my room.

The one that threatened vampires, and teleported places.

That Harvest was good at hiding his secrets.

But for the first time since this 'game' began he was at a disadvantage.

Because I remember.

I remember everything.

The Harvest that helped me activate my dilect, the one who lifted me from the cold waters, who warmed me when I was freezing, who sat beside me through the night, even the one who protected me from the old bloods.

The one who could have taken my memories but listened when I asked him not to.

Yes, I remembered.

And he wasn't going to hide from me again.

He wasn't allowed to switch sides, no hot and cold anymore.

I knew the person he could be.

But I had to know who he was.

The heir of darkness or my friend? Perhaps even something more.

It seemed to me there was only one way to find out. One way to get him talking. I needed to give him a chance. Give him a chance to fix it all.

I looked downwards for a moment, my breath shaky, my fingers tingly. A risk. A dangerous one.

My hand slowly reached for my mother's pendant hidden safely inside my jacket, pulling it out.

As if drawn on instinct, his gaze locked onto it in a second.

His body suddenly grew rigid, seeming to freeze at the mere sight of it.

His lips parted for a whisper of a moment then shut as if dumbfounded for the first time. His eyebrows were drawn in, a dark look in his eyes at the sight of it.

His eyes trailed up to my face. Bewilderment plastered on his.

It hit me. He didn't think I knew. He didn't think I knew this was what was keeping him at bay.

I inwardly smirked. Now who's reading minds?

His gaze shifted off it, reluctantly, looking anywhere but at me.

"Don't be stupid." He grunted, his eyes snapped to me, "Don't take it off."

I tugged at it.

"Talanda!" He growled. It was louder than either of us expected. I almost jumped at the sternness in his voice.

His jaw clenched, trying to pull himself together. Looking away again, shaking his head.

"Just don't," he added quietly.

My gaze reached his, then fell back to my necklace, my fingers tracing the design.

Mom had told me never to take it off.

Was I sure about this? Sure about him? No. But I was sure about what I felt. Everything he showed me could be. Everything we could have together.

He seemed to be holding in a breath, breathing sharply. His Gaze dropped to the necklace, drawn to it like a bee to pollen.

Like a fish to bait.

It was time to take a risk. My hands wrapped around the pendant, ready to jerk it off.

"For the love of the fallen, don't be fucking stupid!" Harvest retaliated, his gaze flashing to me.

The cold wrapped around me like a cocoon at his venomous tone. My hand freezing.

Harvest rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

What was he doing? I was giving him a chance.

"You know it's protecting you from me," Harvest cut through my thoughts, and then, he says something that makes me grow rigid.

"You may not understand what I am, but let's not pretend you don't know enough."

His gaze draws up to reach mine.

What I see terrifies me.

He is suddenly very relaxed. Even carefree, he doesn't look angry anymore.

It's like he's snapped. It's like something in his mind has shifted, or set back in order.

"It can't be this easy," he mutters under his breath.

He pauses as if stuck in disbelief as he stares at me, and then laughs.

It's a madman's laugh. Maniacal, Dark, and void of human emotion sends a chilling tremor down my spine.

Even the breeze that blows us by seems to have brought in a wintry coldness that can't be natural.

"You don't get it, do you?" he grins.

His head tilts, and he stares at me as if he's never seen a prey so easy, "The pendant doesn't protect you from dark creatures like me-"

He lets the sentence hang in the air, and then leans in slightly, "Your enemies, Talanda. It protects you from your enemies. Those that wish to harm you-" his gaze shifts down my body a dark hunger in his eyes, "and things far worse."

My heart begins to pound, and my throat runs dry.

"If it were against dark creatures," He pauses and what he says sends a hidden emotion in his eyes I can't decipher yet, "then it would have protected you from the Basilisk. But it didn't. It didn't wish to harm you."

No. Please no. Please don't say it.

"And from what we've seen," he states, reaching a hand passed the barrier, and it burns him for a moment like before, "It keeps you from me," He states, his jaw hardens, gaze snapping back to me, "It's not hard math."

My heart shatters.

He said it. In one way, a million times.

My fingers shiver slightly. I try to think.

But he sounds sinister.

I try to block out this new version of Harvest I'm hating more than I ever thought possible. This version doesn't just scare me, it opens a whole new avenue of fear.

One in which holds a throne a being called the heir of darkness sits.

I tell myself I know this.

I always knew he was up to something. The vampire's words—Knowing who I am but getting close to me, regardless.

The tusk.

I knew there was a plan, but hearing him say that.
Say it out loud did things to me I couldn't repair.

He promised he wouldn't hurt me, I try to think. He promised.

But his words echo in my ears louder. Hearing him calling himself my enemy is overwhelming.

He catches the change in my expression and to my horror a smile grows, and he chuckles softly.

"It knows that I mean to harm you," he confesses casually.

I grow stiff, I forget to breathe.

His eyes searched my body language, and frowns, "It wouldn't hurt. I swear—I would make sure it was painless. As promised. You're not what I expected," he stated, eyes narrowing down on me, "You're so fucking beautiful, Talanda. You don't deserve pain." He states, his eyes fall to my lips, and then they flash to my eyes.

"Not as much as your father."

My heart is pounding.

I am now aware I am completely alone with him. And Harvest is no man, no convert, and certainly no friend.

He is a psycho.

"Yes, Talanda, I've known exactly who you were from the beginning. Your plane," he drawls as if it's just a by the way piece of information, "Your father, the King..." he scoffs, "your mother.." he trails off, standing straighter, speaking so nonchalantly I don't recognize him or this side of him.

"I heard she's better by the way. That must be of some relief. I didn't think she'd survive the drop in all honesty."

I broke.

I lay shattered in a million pieces.

It's not a cold Harvest. It's something entirely different.

He is Detached. Unfeeling. As if he just retired from the role he had been playing.

A true villain. He sounds like the heir of darkness.

His gaze drops momentarily, eyebrows drawing in.

"I admit it was fun, you know. Watching you squirm. Pushing my limits," he pulls his sleeve over his wrist, "You are so easy to manipulate. It's ridiculous really."

He sighed folding his rams, "To think I was raised by the most terrifying of beings, to master my power to its true depth, only to find out my opponent is— you?" he chuckled, his gaze running me over.

"So fragile, Weak, and naive," His lips pursed into a thin line, tone darker, "It was disappointing at best, disrespectful, and greatly humiliating."

My heart pounds harshly.

He didn't mean that. He couldn't mean that, could he?

No- he was just trying to get under my skin for some reason. I —

"I suppose it isn't your fault." He grunts, "Your father caged you in your palace like one of his...Ravens." He huffs.

"Your mother looks at you like you're fragile. In all honesty, it's exhausting trying to give you a bit of a backbone, just so the game is a little bit fun."

Oh my god.

That is all I can think of.

I'm much too petrified. To dumbfounded. Too shocked to think of anything else.

My body feels weak.

As weak as he describes me.

"It was boring you see," he adds, sighing as his gaze stretches to the sky, "terrifyingly boring. Stuck in this wretched place for years, waiting, and only to be given....you."

He purses his lips shaking his head, and he studies me like a puzzle.

"How have I survived?" He muttered.

He didn't mean that. He didn't mean that.

I continue to repeat.

"I do," he growls back, his voice snaps at me, darkening in rage, "I do mean it. Don't insult my efforts to make you stronger, Talanda. At least be brave enough to accept, you have been direly foolish. I am your enemy, Talanda. I've always been. Tell me at least you're smart enough to see that?"

My heart pounds within me.

He matched every villain in every book and movie I had ever watched.

He matched it perfectly.

I did see that.

I did see all he was saying. But it didn't add up.

Why did he save me then? All those times, if he wanted me gone I had made it so painfully easy.

"Why did I save you?" He echoed, then laughed, laughter mockingly directed at me.

[Get out of my head!] I screeched.

He pauses at this, staring at me for a moment as if I am pathetic.

"If you want me to stop, Talanda, make me."

I could still feel him in my head at this. I looked down, trying to push him out. I failed miserably and he looked at me as if I just confirmed how weak I was.

"Use your head. Think Talanda," he snapped angrily, "You think I wanted to save you?" he scoffed.

"It would certainly be easier if you had drowned at the hands of the siren. Oh, but why would I want you alive—and stronger?"

My heart beat within me, images flashed through my head.

His words, his power. His true power. Healing my foot, the dying flowers. My mother's words, the little convert in her crib, the dark figure, the small boy with wings, taking.

It clicked.

It clicked like nothing had ever clicked before, my eyes blurring in realization.

He wanted it.

He wanted my power.

My gaze flashed to him horrified. All this was a ruse. Every moment was to get me closer, from the hallway to the team selection. Helping me 'activate my dilect."

Keep your enemies close. Those words had left his lips before. Once at the beginning.

He said it before. In the training room. I was a wild card. That somebody hid my power. But he lied.

No one blocked my power.

It hid inside me. After he failed to take it.

All this—training me, trying to activate my power, was so he could take it all for himself.

Spending time with me. It was all fake.

His lips straighten and his eyes become void, his voice a quiet taunt, "There it is. You see it now..."

My gaze flashes to him in horror.

His head merely tilts studying me, "Having you die like that, though satisfying would have been such a waste. Not with what's coming. No, you're too precious to me."

I step back in horror and he takes a step forward and his eyes study me as if imagining all the ways to kill me.

"It was..." he trails off as if tasting the air, "so nice to see you unravel. I like seeing fear in your eyes, Talanda. Those pretty eyes. All for me." He smiles.

My heart pounds.

"Monsters like me.." he trailed off, chuckling, "Well, we feed on fear."

Tears prickled my eyes and I looked down at the necklace my fingers letting go.

I was stupid. I was the fool.

My gaze flashes to him. I loathe the mere sight of him.

I hate him. I hate him so much.

Hate him for doing this to me. Right now, here- when everything was supposed to fall into place.

God.

I would not cry here. I would not. My teeth clenched, tightening the feeling of unraveling inside me, of spiraling, and of collapsing.

I could not give him any more satisfaction. My hands dropped to my side, fists tightening.

His lips lifted, a villainous smirk, "No tears? I see I have changed you."

I am overcome with fury. Anger is not a term justifiable for how betrayed I feel. I dearest him, despise him.

I want to kill him.

I've never wanted to hurt anything in my life the way I want to hurt him.

I feel like I can be a killer for him. And I'm not a killer. I've never thought myself as a weapon, but he knows exactly how to make me one.

I want to have him bleed for placing my mother in a hospital bed, the images of her cloud my mind. Tears glisten in my eyes.

For taking my father from me. For toiling with me, using me.

He was responsible for everything, since the very beginning, when I was nothing but a child in a crib.

God knows what else.

He knew everything about my Father and was probably the reason behind all the attacks he had  been fighting off.

He was the reason why I wasn't safe anymore in my own home.

He was to blame.

And so was I.

I knew he was dangerous.

Deep down I did from the first time I spotted his dark wings. I always knew. But I was naive. I gave him the benefit of the doubt when there were so many reasons. I wanted to be a normal teenager with a normal life.

I wanted to think he liked me. That he could change.

That was on me.

That was my folly he fed on.

Life was bigger than this.

I could feel rage travel through me, sparking against my body, ripe and hot.

I wanted him dead for doing this to me.

My heartfelt used, I felt broken.

He was going to pay for hurting me like this. Actions and words combined. With what he made feel and what he was taking away.

To think I—

I broke,

— that I'd begun to think of him as a safety.

My fingers tighten.

"There's that fire," he states, his grin widening as he cocks his head to study my eyes. "Angry, are we, princess?"

His gaze darkens, "Show me. Show me how much you hate me. Hurt me. Don't be weak."

I'm about to explode when my name is called in the distance, but I keep my eyes on him.

It's Lira.

Harvest's gaze matches mine, but his gaze falls ever so slightly to the necklace around my neck.

"Do it. I'm giving you the first shot."

My fists tighten, I feel the air warm around it.

"Good girl." He smiles, his eyes watching me attentively.

"Talanda!" Lira's voice erupts from nearby, "For Pete's sake! At least clap so I know where you are!" she yells.

Harvest's gaze flashes in Lira's direction and for a moment I'm scared he might do something to her.

But A loud caw erupts, and a familiar bird flies above us perching nearby, beady eyes fixed on us.

Harvest's gaze snaps to the creature, jaw clenching.
"Always fucking watching," he grumbles, something he speaks to himself rather than to me.

Lira's voice breaks through the quiet again and my gaze shifts to her when she comes sifting through the trees, more annoyed than anything.

She looked up at me, after spotting me, unimpressed, "Really?" she huffed.

My gaze snaps to Harvest but he's already gone.

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So someone asked for a double update. I just want to let you guys know this is a double update 🥹, the chapter has over 5k words, and has combined chapter 176 and 177.

This is because Wattpad (just finding this out today) only allows a story to have at most 200 parts. Which my drafts have already occupied.

We're at 197 parts 🥲. So I guess we're going to finish this in three parts.

I will be melding chapters for Wattpad. I hope you enjoyed the update, please leave a comment and vote!

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