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I grit my teeth, trying to keep my temper in check. Like I said, if I freak out again, the plan won’t work. “You’re right. I could have any girl I want. And the one I want is her. So fucking do it.”

He lets out a resigned sigh. “Whatever, okay. Bye.” The line goes dead.

I run a hand through my hair, my damn patience is starting to run low. Taking a deep breath, I dial the last personI need to—Frankie. She answers on the third ring, her voice low and hushed.

I chuckle. “I knew you’d pick up, even though you’re not supposed to be on your phone in the corner.”

“Yeah, because I have a bone to pick with you,” she whisper-yells. “What the hell did you do to her?”

“Do you want to help me make it right?”

“No, I don’t want to help you do anything, ugly face.”

“Hmm, really? Because I know a way you can do whatever you want for a whole week without getting in trouble for it. All you have to do is one simple thing.”

There’s a pause, and I can practically see the wheels in her head turning. “It depends on what it is… As long as it’s not anything to betray her.”

A smirk tugs at my lips as I lean back against the headboard. She is so easy to manipulate. Let’s just hope Amelia is just as easy.

“Nope, it’s not,” I reassure her. “Just give her your dad’s number if she calls and asks for it.”

“That’s it? Okay, I’ll do it. But what’s the catch? Are you sure I really can have a free week to—”

Her words are abruptly cut off by the creak of the door swinging open, and in the background, Asher’s sharp voice cuts through the air. “What are you doing?” There’s a faint sound of movement before the line goes dead.

I let out a long sigh, closing my eyes, the events of today playing over and over—and over—in my head. This has to work. I’m not letting anyone or anything get in the way of being with Amelia, not even her and her own stubbornness.

She doesn’t get it yet, but she will. We’re not just for now—we’re forever. She can run, she can fight it, but it doesn’t matter. In this life, the next, and everyone after, she’s mine. I’llburn the whole fucking world down if I have to. Hell, I told her death wasn’t even enough to keep us apart, and I meant that.

No escape.

No end.

And John? He can go fuck himself. Yeah, we’ve been through a lot, but she’s worth the trouble, in any universe, in any lifetime.

Chapter 38

AMELIA

“And remember, class, the assignment sent out last week is due tomorrow.” Mr. Harrison’s words linger in the air as he signals the end of the lecture. Students around me begin packing up their belongings, filtering out of the classroom.

Just as I’m about to do the same, Mr. Harrison’s voice rises above the low murmur of the students leaving. “Oh, Amelia. I have a message for you.”

Furrowing my brows, I approach his desk. “Yes?”

“Your new fashion director, the one replacing Mr. Adams, wants you to meet her in the fashion hall. She’s meeting all of her new students one-on-one to get a sense of where everyone is,” he explains, handing me a small note with the room number.

“Thank you, Mr. Harrison.” I take the note and make my way towards the classroom door.

Walking through the halls, I tighten my grip on my tote bag strap, feeling an empty ache gnawing at my chest. Right now is around the time Blade would be picking me up, and we’d be on our way back to his place. But of course, he wasn’t standing outside the class door, leaning against the frame looking like a Greek God, like he usually does.

I’m glad he’s respecting my wishes by staying away, so why do I feel… not good? Was it too much to expect him to fight for me, just once?

Why couldn’t I have fallen for a nice guy, like my dad intended? Like my mom would’ve wanted? One that goes to classes, and not just Econ that he shares with me. One that gets good grades and does good things in life.

I mean, now that I’m thinking about it, that does sound kind of… boring. I don’t think that type of man would be able to give me the elicit thrill that I want, the rush I crave.

But still. At the least, why couldn’t I have fallen for a guy who doesn’t lie about his entire life—and parts of mine? I’m not even upset that he kills people. God, I can’t believe I just said that. But, it’s true. I kind of figured as much because he wasn’t exactly making it discreet. I mean, he threatened Mr. Adams with a knife in the middle of the hallway where anyone could’ve walked by. And truthfully, I’m glad that he killed Jacob, so I never have to worry about him coming back again.

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