It was one of the cold freezing nights of January when the Arcane's assasins attacked. I failed to protect the family I was in charge to keep safe but I was able to save the most precious thing the family possessed, Jessy. I took her away racing wit...
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Here's your Part 4 continuation (Jhersy/Jersey POV)—cinematic, emotionally intense, with Blades' disturbing shift in humanity clearly shown, plus tension, action, and a bit of dark humor in Jersey's voice:
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Chapter 8: Blood on the Leaves
Part 4 — Jersey's POV
"I'm so hungry... what time is it?"
"Past nine."
"Where are the others?"
"Dead... or still hunting."
"You eat. I'll call Boss."
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Silence followed.
Not the normal kind.
Not the "we're safe" kind.
This was the kind of silence that waits.
That listens.
That decides who lives next.
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I stayed hidden, back pressed against the cold rock, counting my own heartbeat just to make sure I was still alive.
One minute.
Five.
Ten.
Thirty.
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Nothing.
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I peered inside.
Bodies.
Everywhere.
Not dead.
Sleeping.
Exactly how I planned.
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And her.
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Blades stood beneath the chains—no, not stood... swayed.
Her fingers trembled as she forced a small metal pin into the lock. Her hands—still bleeding, still torn open—slipped again and again.
"Shit..." she whispered, voice cracking.
Her tears mixed with sweat and blood, dripping down her chin.
