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ARCHER

“What’s happening here?” Elijah’s voice startles her, and she looks at us as if she was caught doing something wrong.

“I… umm…”

She looks at me, and her gaze shifts to Kai, Eli, and Theo standing behind me.

I can visualise the scene perfectly, but my mind refuses to register any specific details.

“I… I won’t lie. It looks exactly how it looks. How did you know I was here?”

“The smoke.” Theo gestures behind him, where a small fire begins to flicker and crackle. “We saw it on our way back.”

She nods, but her eyes dart back and forth between our parents and us.

How did she manage to bring them all here?

The mausoleum appears to be shrouded in an even deeper darkness than before, intensifying the unsettling feeling that washes over me.

I ignore Iris as she silently approaches Kai, closing the gap between them. I pay no mind to the guys talking behind me, my eyes locked only on my parents standing before me.

They look smaller than what I remember, almost like tiny specks in the distance.

A warm, familiar hand lands on my shoulder, and I immediately know it’s Theo.

It’s firm yet tender and reassuring.

I feel a subtle movement beside me, and my eyes automatically shift to see Kai walking towards his father.

My eyes lock onto him, but his voice becomes distant, as if I’m disconnected from my surroundings.

Everything happens in a blur, like a whirlwind of motion and chaos.

Him leaning closer.

Him lifting the knife.

Him slicing through Jayden’s throat.

Iris appears on the brink of tears, while Kai, completely covered in blood, looks like a force of destruction.

Just as my eyes return to my parents, I sense a soft touch on my biceps, followed by the sensation of something cold being placed in my hand.

I glance at my hand and then back at her, meeting her gaze. In her eyes, I see a mix of emotions—a sad smile that reveals her determination and genuine concern for me.

Choosing not to speak, she wordlessly nods and firmly pushes me towards the crosses.

Shit.

I haven’t seen them in years.

They look worse than what they used to be.

Acting on instinct, I forcefully slap my father’s cheek, causing him to startle and awaken.

“R-River?”

I hate this name.

“It’s Archer now.”

His face is a mix of emotions, and for good reason.

From the moment I arrived at boarding school, I insisted that everyone, including my professors, call me Archer instead of River.

The only person who stood up for me and my brothers before his passing was my paternal grandfather.

He despised his son and my mother for their behaviour towards us, and he never held back from berating them.

He was my rock.

That’s why I took his name growing up.

“We called you River,” he slurs, his voice thick with alcohol.

“I don’t give a shit what you called me,” I spit out while kneeling to their level. “I took the name of the man who was a real father figure to me.”

“Always an ungrateful little shit. I’m surprised you found people that stayed by your side.” He glances behind me, and I follow his gaze to see him looking at Iris. “She’s too good for you. Don’t be surprised if she leaves you for a better dick.”

Just as I prepare to throw a punch, a hand moves quicker than mine, landing a forceful blow against his jaw.

“Sorry,” Iris looks at me with apologetic eyes. “But he had it coming.”

My father spits blood with a smirk.

“W-what’s happening?” My mother winces in pain as her eyes open slowly. “River?”

I don’t bother correcting her, knowing it won’t make a difference. They will soon be out of my life for good.

“Something funny happened the other day.” She looks at me but doesn’t understand where I’m going. “You see, Rowan came to my parlour.”

“And,” she says defiantly.

“I hugged him like I always do, and he winced in pain. I didn’t need to ask him what happened because I knew he had returned to your house for one afternoon, but somehow you managed to beat a fully grown adult.”

“He hit back.” My mother almost complains, which is fucking comical.

“Good. You’ve been nothing but the worst parents, with your constant mental and physical abuse.” With a slight tilt of my head, I motion towards Jayden’s lifeless body on the other side. “See what happened to him? That is exactly what is going to happen to you both.”

I take a deep inhale and turn my head to glance at the guys.

Their intense gazes are fixed on me. Iris clings to Elijah’s arm for support while Theo tenderly runs his fingers through her hair, and Kai gives me a nod.

They are here for me.

They are my family with my brothers, and nothing will ever change that.

These two people are simply individuals plagued by insecurities, resorting to alcohol and bullying as a means of coping with their own lonely existence.

With my eyes fixed on them, I curl my lip into a snarl as I raise the knife in my hand.

“Keep your eyes on your dear husband, Mother .” I accentuate my last word. “After all, you chose him over your children, so it’s only fair you see him die first.”

“Son, you’re not going to kill me,” pleads my father.

“Am I not? I vividly remember both of you expressing your wish that I had never been born and that I was not a part of your lives. Well, wishes granted.”

They both protest and tug on their chains as much as they can, but Iris did a good job of restraining them.

I tear his T-shirt into shreds and firmly grip my father’s shoulder, steadying him as I position the knife’s point against his skin, targeting his heart.

My mother’s cry echoes around me, but it’s too late.

There’s no forgiveness.

I press the knife, starting off delicately before exerting more force, absorbing the twisted melody of his screams.

“River. Stop. Please,” my mother cries.

“Shut up,” I snap at her. “But you are right. I should stop.” Her face lights up with a smile, but it quickly fades away. “Because it’s too easy.” I turn my head towards Iris. “Do you have a spoon?”

She looks at me, confused. “Why on earth would I have a spoon?” Without any surprise on my part, she calmly reaches into her backpack and pulls out a spoon, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, before handing it to me.

I extract the knife, which is embedded halfway into his chest, and then proceed to carve a cross shape into his skin.

“R-River. What are you doing?”

I watch as her lips tremble with fear, a small bead of drool forming and slowly dripping down.

I drop the knife before gripping the spoon tightly and starting my incision.

I exert pressure on the metallic handle, struggling to insert it.

The more it resists, the more my patience diminishes until the spoon ultimately pierces through his ribs.

“R-Riv?—”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

As I try to pierce through his muscles with the spoon, I can feel their resistance, but I persist. I feel the vibrations as his muscles break until finally, I reach the soft texture of his heart.

Adjusting the angle of the spoon, I scoop it up and feel its resistance.

I attempt again, and it's still the same.

With my eyes shut, I inhale deeply and swiftly remove the spoon, the sound of snapping muscles and bones echoing in my ears.

It’s not enough.

It will never be enough.

A surge of rage boils within me as all the resentment from years past comes rushing back, hitting me like a slap to the face.

I drop the spoon and quickly snatch back the knife, its cold metal pressing against my palm as I make a swift, vertical incision from the base of his throat to his belly button.

I repeat the process twice with brutal force, causing the tip of the blade to pierce through his skin and muscles, revealing his flesh flooding with blood.

This sight is very captivating.

With the knife slipping from my grasp, my hands immediately reach out to cradle the wound, feeling the warm trickle of blood between my fingers as I grip both sides, bringing my fingers beneath the skin.

As I apply pressure, his skin begins to peel away from his body, revealing a gruesome sight of blood oozing out.

I know it’s there, and I want it between my fingers.

The sound of his skin tearing is a melodic symphony that soothes me.

With a single, powerful tug, the skin rips apart beneath my hands, exposing the rawness underneath.

My fist connects with his ribs, the sickening sound of bones breaking filling the air as I swiftly move to seize his heart from its position.

His heart feels warm and soft in my hand, which is surprising.

I could have guaranteed this sick bastard would have it cold.

I’m already surprised he possessed a heart at all.

Twisting it several times, it finally dislodges from its place with a sickening sound.

Sweat drips down my forehead as I clutch my father’s heart, feeling the rapid pounding of my own heartbeat reverberate through my chest.

Lifting my head, I glance at the carnage I made before tilting my head to glance at my mother.

“You… You…” Her voice breaks while her eyes look at me as if she doesn’t recognise me.

“This is the monster you created,” I snarl while smirking at her.

“Your turn.”

My mother is in a pitiful state, her cheeks stained with tears that continue to trickle down her face.

“You're sick,” she cries.

My laughter fills the air, loud and unrestrained, as I mock, “Well, well, it seems the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.”

“Any last words? Or meals, perhaps?”

I don’t let her have the time to speak as I shove her husband’s heart into her mouth, making her gag until she spits it out and vomits.

“That’s not really nice, is it?”

“Fuck you,” she curses with remnants of vomit on her lips. “Hell will take you for all the sin you’ve done.”

My brow lifts at her absurdity because, seriously, if Hell takes me, surely there’s a warmer place, deeper into the darkness for the both of them.

Out of nowhere, a roll of tape appears in front of me, followed by a small hand.

I grab it without turning my head.

I don’t want them to see me like this.

I don’t want them to see the real monster my parents created.

Placing the heart back into its rightful position, I wrap the tape around her head, giving her no choice but to keep the heart in place.

In contrast to my father, I hold the knife firmly, its blade still tainted with his blood against her throat, the sharp tip resting directly on her larynx.

“Goodbye, Mother.” Disdain is laced in my voice.

Her voice is abruptly cut off by a sharp intake of breath as the blade slices through her throat, severing her larynx.

The skin gives way and splits beneath my touch, but I don’t look away from my mother, keeping my eyes locked on her.

I want to witness every grimace of agony.

I want to witness the final breath escaping from her body.

I want to be the last image imprinted on her mind before she dies.

The son they never wanted.

The one that ruined their lives.

I can sense the shattering of bones beneath my touch, the distinct cracking sounds echoing in the air, and her desperate gasps for breath.

I keep my gaze fixed on her, seeing the agony in her eyes intensify before they finally shut.

I feel like I just completed a marathon, my breath coming in short, rapid gasps, and my heart pounding in my chest with such intensity that I’m afraid it might give out.

My body remains immobile, my hand gripping the knife tightly in her throat as a small hand gently wraps around it.

There are no words exchanged between us, only the firm grip of Iris’s hand on mine as she tugs on it, swiftly removing the knife from her throat.

My head instinctively tilts downwards, drawn to our blood-covered hands, before I lift my gaze to meet her captivating eyes.

She’s covered in blood, but she hasn’t been more beautiful than this moment.

Emotion floods through me, becoming overpowering as I rise to my feet and firmly grasp her head, bringing her lips to meet mine.

I could’ve gotten rid of them a long time ago, but there was something that held me back, as if they still possessed a lingering influence over me.

But Iris took it upon herself to handle the matter.

I don’t know how she knew what they did to me. I’ve never broached the subject with her, but I won’t press her for answers.

She gave me closure.

And for that, I’ll always be thankful.

Her moans mingle with mine as my tongue swirls against her, intensifying the sensation.

Fuck.

I love her so much it hurts.

I need her.

I need them.

I need us.

Without wasting a moment, I swiftly lift her up, my mouth still on hers, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, and carry her towards the coffin, where I gently place her down.

No words escape my lips as I forcefully tear her top with one hand, my fingers then tightening around her exposed breast.

They fit perfectly in my hand.

Her hands firmly grip my hair, but I can sense the presence of another pair of hands doing the same.

As I pull away from her, Theo swiftly takes my spot, his kisses filled with an urgent desire, his bites, licks, and sucks, leaving her breathless and craving more.

“I’m still mad at you,” she whispers against his lips.

“It’s fine. You can go back to hating me tomorrow.”

He turns his head towards me, his eyes filled with intensity, and firmly grasps my hair before pulling me closer to his lips.

A moan escapes my lips as he sucks on my tongue, his movements sending waves of pleasure through me.

He pulls out, leaving me gasping for air, but there’s no time to recover as Kai brings me to his mouth. He bites down hard on my lower lip, the sharp pain mixing with pleasure as he licks the wound he just created, eliciting a moan of desire from me.

Shit. I want them all at the same time.

It’s as if Iris can hear my inner thoughts because she leans in and delicately removes Kai from my mouth, initiating a breathtaking three-way kiss.

Our tongues dance together, intertwining with a hunger that cannot be satisfied.

The coldness of the blood on their hands, which mirrors the blood on mine, sends a jolt of excitement through me. It’s as if their touch reflects my own desperate craving, amplifying my desire for them.

My moans grow louder in Iris and Kai’s mouths as Theo’s hand firmly grips my cock through my joggers, squeezing it before teasing it with gentle strokes on the top of the fabric.

Iris, Kai, and I separate, gasping for breath as Theo whispers in my ear.

“Are you going to be a good boy for us?” Iris smirks at me, her eyes glistening with need, but Theo is not done as he speaks to her, “And you, are you going to be a good girl for us?”

We eagerly nod in unison as I release my grip on her. She teeters for a moment, but Elijah is quick to steady her.

“You’re going to take the three of us, Sirène ,” Eli announces. “And you,” he directs his gaze towards me. “Theo will take your ass while you take Iris.”

I’m hard just thinking about it, and the fact that Theo relentlessly strokes my cock doesn’t ease my state.

Eli carefully sets Iris down from the coffin before leaning in to kiss her. Even though she is turned on, she still manages to tell him, “I’m still pissed at you, too.”

“Be mad as much as you want, but for now, I’m going to fuck you like I’m the one who hates you.”

Eli gets down on his knees and takes off Iris’ shorts and underwear, then pushes her against Kai.

She lifts her feet without complaining, keeping her eyes locked on him as he leans close to her pussy.

My focus wavers as I watch Theo mimic Eli’s actions, dropping to his knees with a smirk on his face.

“Be a good boy and give me what I want.”

The intensity of his gaze compels me to act on instinct, swiftly lowering my joggers and allowing my cock to jump free inches away from his face.

I moan at the sensation of the warmth of his tongue as he lets it drag along my tattoos.

He’s always loved doing that.

He takes his time, teasing me until my moan becomes a desperate plea.

“Need anything, pretty boy?” He looks at me but keeps up his teasing.

He knows what I need.

I firmly grasp his hair and give it a tug, emphasising my words, “You know exactly what I need. The faster you’ll suck my dick, the sooner we will fuck our girl.”

He chuckles but takes me fully in his mouth, and it’s fucking heaven.

My gaze shifts between Theo and Iris, and fuck me. Her head tilts backwards, supported by Kai’s hands on her arms, as his whispered words make her screams grow more intense while Eli’s licking continues.

I can come just by looking at them.

My fingers glide through Theo’s hair as my hips sway back and forth, and I can feel the sensation of my dick reaching the back of his throat, causing him to gag.

“Fuuuck!” I bite my lip, savouring the sensation of his warm mouth enveloping me, creating an overwhelming sense of bliss.

Kai must have taken over for Elijah as he eagerly seizes the opportunity, tangling his hand in my hair and pulling me closer so our mouths meet.

Giving him complete control, a shiver runs down my spine as his tongue overpowers mine, nearly causing my knees to buckle.

His kisses are in a league of their own, leaving me breathless and craving more.

While Kai and Theo primarily take charge, Eli’s kisses exert dominance and control, leaving no room for uncertainty about who is in charge.

“Are you ready, pretty boy?” he whispers against my lips.

I nod, and as Theo releases my cock, he gives my balls a firm squeeze before letting go.

He stands up before giving me a peck while I glance at Iris and Kai.

She appears dishevelled, with her hair completely out of its buns, the vibrant violet flowing across her shoulders, and her clothes totally discarded, giving the impression that she has been freshly fucked. In contrast, Kai removed his trousers but took the time to put his shoes back on to protect his feet from touching the ground.

I won’t blame him for that.

Elijah winks at Iris before taking off his trousers and settling himself on the ground amidst the chaotic scene.

“C’mon, Sirène ,” he tells her. “Ride me so we can fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”

Elijah spits on his hand and starts to stroke his dick while Kai lifts Iris and places her on top of him.

Her moans fill the room as Kai slowly guides her onto Eli’s cock, Eli’s grip on her hips unwavering.

He gently caresses the tattoo I inked between her breasts and whispers, “Soon, I’ll leave another mark on you.”

It’s undeniable that Kai and Theo long to etch their art onto her skin, creating a permanent testament to her belonging with us.

And I have to say, witnessing my mark on her is an incredibly profound sensation that I experienced.

“Lean on me, Sirène . Make room for Kai, baby.”

She does as she’s told, her breast pressed against Eli’s torso while Kai positions himself behind her.

He shoots me a meaningful look, and in response, I take a step closer, spitting on my hand before grasping his shaft and giving it a few strokes.

He tilts his head back and lets out a groan as I squeeze it before guiding his dick to where Eli’s is.

“Breathe, Poison.”

She braces herself, but the sharp pain still pierces through her, causing her to let out a cry.

“Damn it,” she mutters under her breath, her body tensing up and causing the guys to pause, allowing her body to adapt.

“You good?” Theo caresses her hair, which makes her relax.

“How many do I need to take again?”

We all grin because, let’s be honest, we’re all pretty thick.

“You were made for us, Sirène . It doesn’t matter how many dicks you’ll take; your body instinctively knows who it belongs to and will adapt accordingly.”

The guys start to move at a leisurely pace, eliciting a low moan from her, while I watch in awe as their cocks slide against each other.

In unison, they groan as Kai leans against her back, adding more pressure from their shafts, creating a space for me to position myself behind him.

I grip his hips, but it’s a tight fit. Kai then pulls out to let me space to slide into her warmth and fuck me.

“Ahhh!” she cries out.

The pressure of Eli’s cock against mine sends waves of pleasure through my body.

I pause, my muscles tense, before slowly thrusting into her.

The way she moans ignites a primal desire within me.

Her hands, stained with blood, reach out for support on Eli’s chest, but Kai interrupts her with a sinister grin.

“I think you forgot about me, Poison. Lean in.”

She does as she’s told and leans back on Eli’s chest while Kai squats between Iris and me.

Elijah and I hold still for a second, giving Kai the opportunity to slide into her.

Once he finds his spot, he takes his sweet time and slowly glides against our dicks, making us all growl with pleasure from the pressure of his piercings against us.

“Oh my god,” Iris sobs. “It’s too much.”

I observe her hands instinctively clenching as she rests her head on Eli’s shoulder.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Look at you stretching for us, Vixen.”

“So fucking tight.” Kai grits his teeth as he takes his pace and thrusts faster.

The sound of a click catches our attention, causing us to divert our gaze towards Theo, who is gripping his phone.

“What? I need a souvenir. You don’t know how fucking hot you all look like that, taking her in one hole.”

“Theo,” urges Eli.

In an instant, Theo sets his phone down and swiftly removes his joggers, positioning himself in front of Iris with his legs on either side of Eli’s head.

“Open up, Starling. Get me dripping with your saliva before I take Arch’s tight hole.”

I eagerly lick my lips as I watch him firmly grasp her hair, parting her lips forcefully as he slides his dick inside her mouth.

With relentless force, he plunges into her mouth, denying her the chance to catch her breath while we mirror his actions in her pussy, our movements creating friction against each other’s cocks.

Our moans reverberate throughout the room, intensified by the pitch-black darkness only broken by the flickering candlelight, as lifeless bodies lie nearby.

Fuck, I’m already so close.

Theo releases a guttural sound, causing me to turn my attention towards him. I see Elijah tightly clutching his balls before raising his head and taking them in his mouth while Theo’s cock is buried deep in Iris’ throat.

“Shit,” Theo grunts while Iris gags around him. “If you both keep going, I’m going to come in an instant.”

Elijah chuckles as he lets go of him, playfully nipping at his skin, while Theo hurriedly pulls out from Iris’ mouth, causing her to cough.

“God,” she breathes out.

“Tell me,” Eli snarls, his hand squeezing her throat, “how does it feel to be filled by three cocks in the same hole and one in your mouth?”

“G-good. Fuck. Eli.”

“I’m here, baby. We all are.”

“Ready for me, pretty boy?” Theo whispers behind me.

“Take me.”

We all pause for a second, and I lean against Kai, feeling the warmth of his body against mine as Theo slides inside me.

There is no delicacy in his movements as he thrusts into me with an intensity that brings forth both pleasure and pain, causing me to scream.

His powerful thrusts cause us all to lean forward involuntarily, our moans mingling in the air as if he penetrated each of us.

“Fuuuuck! I missed your ass,” he grunts behind me.

As he slows down his thrust, his hands find my hips, allowing me to regain control of my pace.

The room is filled with a mixture of sweaty bodies, moans, sobs, and an undeniable sexual tension.

Elijah, Kai, and I move in a disjointed manner, taking turns thrusting, causing Iris’s screams to grow more intense.

The combination of the sliding in Iris’ pussy and Theo’s forceful thrust sends waves of electrifying pleasure through my body, and my cock pulses.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Poison, your cunt is going to make me come so hard.” Kai grips her hair while Eli still has his hand around her throat. “Look in front of you.”

She has no other choice but to look at the mess she created.

Fingers are scattered on the ground while three lifeless bodies lay sprawled out, their wrists still bound by chains.

“You did that. You would have killed them if we hadn’t arrived. You would’ve killed them for us. Seeking justice for us. There’s no going back for you, Poison. You belong to us. Our good girl!”

His words make her squirm as I feel her drenching our cocks.

I still look in front of me when I feel a cold object circling my neck.

Where the fuck did he bring the chains?

His chuckle in my ear lets me know that he’s well aware of the question I’m about to ask.

“I’m full of resources, pretty boy.” He pulls with even more force on the chains, making it even harder for me to breathe. “Make our girl come, Arch, so I can fill your ass up with my cum.”

My fingers grip Kai’s hips tightly as Theo’s thrusts quicken, and I can feel Eli’s thrusts becoming more relentless.

He told her he would fuck her like he hates her, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.

“Look at you, being a good fucking slut for us,” grunts Eli. “Always good for us, aren’t you, Lily?”

The sounds of sobs and moans swirl around us, amplifying the sensation of Kai’s piercings against my dick and Theo’s relentless tugging on the chains.

My breath is almost nonexistent while Iris trembles like she never has before, her screams piercing through the silence.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her pussy tightens around us, causing Eli and Kai to growl even louder while I feel the pulsating veins of all three of us intertwined.

Theo senses it and pulls harder on the chains, causing me to cry out.

“Shit. Fuck. I’m gonna come,” I cry.

“Come for us, pretty boy.” Eli’s words come out in a short gasp. “Fill our girl up.”

My body reacts to his command, and I explode against them.

The sensation of my orgasm is so powerful that it causes my body to tense and tremble, completely overtaking me in its never-ending ecstasy.

With Elijah and Kai in tow, the air becomes thick with tension while Iris’ orgasm continues unabated.

“Fuck.”

“Shit.”

The mixture of our release overflows from Iris’ pussy as it drips between our bodies.

Theo’s relentless pounding intensifies, his heavy breaths and loud groans filling the air. Finally, he clenches his fingers tightly into my skin, freezing in place as he reaches climax.

“Fucking tight ass.” He lets out a piercing scream as I feel his release dripping from my hole.

Leaning his head against my back, he takes a moment to catch his breath before finally removing the chains from my throat and discarding them with a thud.

I inhale deeply, relishing the sensation of the air filling my lungs while he pulls out.

He kisses my ass cheek before gathering his release and pushing it back inside me.

“Good boy.”

With a deep groan, I pull out from Iris’ warmth, and Kai mirrors my actions. But just as he is about to push his cum back inside her, Theo steps in, resting a hand on his shoulder.

Curious, we both move to the side to see what he’s up to. He drops to his knees while Elijah is still inside Iris and lets his tongue glides sensually across Elijah’s sensitive skin, lingering briefly on his balls before moving up to lick our cums dripping from Iris’ pussy before making its way to her tight ass hole.

Elijah groans with pleasure, his voice mixing with Iris’s moans, while Theo relentlessly continues without giving them a moment to catch their breath.

Theo grips Eli’s cock at its base, slowly pulling it out before swirling his tongue around the tip and then gobbling him entirely.

Eli’s sounds are louder while Kai and I are mesmerised by this sight.

Theo skilfully licks and sucks Eli dry, ensuring not a single drop is wasted, before returning his attention to Iris. He continues to lick her, making sure there is no trace of our release on her.

Fuck me.

This is a sight I’d happily wake up to every morning.

As soon as he’s done, he turns his head, flashes us a quick wink, and then offers a helping hand to Iris.

She looks completely worn out, her makeup smeared across her face, and blood visibly splattered on her.

She is magnificent.

Theo kisses her, filling her mouth with the taste of our unique blend, while Elijah rises and presses his lips against her bare shoulder.

“How do we taste, Sirène ?” Eli whispers on her skin.

“Perfect,” she breathes against Theo’s mouth. “We taste perfect.”

“Let’s take care of you, Sirène . The night is far from being over.”

Nodding and stifling a yawn, she sneaks a glance at the mess she caused before refocusing on Kai.

“Don’t worry about it,” smiles Kai. It’s a smile that radiates genuine sweetness. “We’ll deal with it later,” he assures her.

Knowing that she cares enough about him to know that this mess will bother him fills my heart with even more love for this girl.

Leaning closer to her, he gently presses his lips against the top of her head. “Let’s take care of you first, Lily Adams.”

Eli covers her with his hoodie and gently guides her out of the mausoleum while my eyes remain fixated on the lifeless bodies before me.

They are gone.

It’s finished.

None of them will have the power to control or hurt us.

“C’mon, Arch,” Theo gives me a peck. “Let’s take care of you as well.”

With a last glance, we make our exit.