The morning after the ritual, Mia brought Scarlett to the clinic.
Sunlight felt too bright, too ordinary — as if the world had already forgotten what had tried to claw its way through her daughter the night before.
The doctor's appointment passed without incident. Normal vitals.
A perfectly healthy little girl.
But something had been inside her. Watching. Wanting.
Mia squeezed Scarlett's hand a little too tightly as they walked to Randolf's office.
Scarlett spotted him first — outside his door, shaking hands with a patient. She broke into a grin.
"Good day, werewolf. It's nice to see you."
Randolf froze for a beat, then laughed — a warm, breathless sound.
"Well, good day, Miss Scarlett. And how is our mighty sorceress today?"
"I'm not mighty anymore," Scarlett announced proudly. "They took my powers. I get them back when I'm older."
Randolf blinked. "I see."
He looked to Mia — concern flickering beneath his practiced calm.
"Yes," Mia murmured. "And if you have a moment... I'd like to talk."
They stepped aside. Scarlett hummed to herself, kicking at a pebble, oblivious to the tension between the adults.
Mia inhaled, steadying. Say it without breaking.
"About the other night," she whispered. "I... overreacted. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way."
Randolf studied her for a long moment — then his shoulders softened.
"Thank you," he said quietly. "But you were protecting your child. No one faults you for that."
He hesitated, choosing gentleness, choosing hope.
"Maybe we could try again. As friends. Just... simple. No weight."
Mia held his gaze. He was kind. Safe.
But safety wasn't part of her life anymore — hadn't been since Ryan. Since the Darkness marked them all.
"I don't know if that would be a good idea," she whispered.
Randolf nodded once. A flicker of disappointment. Then calm acceptance.
"Then I'm still here as a doctor. And as someone who cares."
Scarlett ran to Mia's side.
They left together.
Randolf watched them go, expression unreadable.
Theo arrived as though carried by a gust of winter air — elegant, luminous, filled with the brittle strength of someone who loves too hard.
Ryan kissed her — a quiet, desperate kiss.
Minutes later, tangled in the thin blanket, he breathed:
"We move the night Jeremiah's guarding. Brisa meets me in Artshel. Xena knows, too."
Theo's jaw tensed. "You told them before me?"
"They can move more freely than you. You must stay clean. When the police search Dagon Mansion—"
Theo exhaled sharply. "Search my home?"
"I'll be there," he whispered, eyes glittering with feverish devotion and madness. "Hidden in the old passages. The place protects its own."
Her silence was half-terror, half-faith.
"And after?" she asked.
"Dark Dimension," he murmured. "You'll ask for leave. They'll pity you. Then we go."
Theo swallowed. "And Mia? Scarlett?"
"You tell Mia. She will tell Scarlett gently."
A pause.
"You chose to trust her," Theo whispered.
Ryan didn't blink. "Mia has always been bound to my fate."
Wind whipped the sand like broken glass.
The sea churned in black-green fury beneath a storm-bruised sky.
Mia spotted Theo standing barefoot at the shoreline, hair wild in the wind. A rival. A mirror of everything Mia could never be and everything she longed to be.
Mia's throat tightened. She carries his child.
Mia fought the tremor in her chest. Be strong. Do not break.
Theo looked at her — and something inside her cracked quietly.
She is lightning. How do I stand against lightning?
"What did you want to tell me?" Mia asked, voice steady despite the storm inside her.
Theo turned fully, rain glittering on her lashes.
"Ryan is going to escape."
The waves roared, like the world reacting.
She told Mia everything — the guard, the passages, the hiding, the journey into the Dark Dimension.
When she finished, Mia stared at the sea, fingers trembling at her sides.
"I'm going with you."
Theo's breath hitched. She nodded once, reverent.
"I trust you, Mia."
Lightning forked across the sky — a flash like a blade.
Two women on the shore, bound not by desire, but by destiny.
And in the unseen depths beyond this world, something old stirred — sensing movement, sensing prophecy.
Together, they faced the storm.
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