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Everyone thought she was dead. They were wrong. Now she's hunting two sisters who don't even know why. Staying alive? That's the biggest fight of all.
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Then, she felt it again. But this time, the skin wasn't that cold. It was quite warm.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for what she might see, and looked down.
That didn't help her at all though, she still gasped, her gasp echoing eerily in the quiet night air; her heart still raced as though in a marathon; her breathing still hitched; a shiver still ran sharply down her spine.
There was Vivienne, lying in the grass, a bullet through her heart, limbs mangled, blood everywhere, eyes lifeless.
Lydia-against all her instincts-kneeled down beside Vivienne's body, squeezing her wrist tightly.
There was no pulse.
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The snow never forgets. That's the first thing they learned when they found her- half-dead, half-shadow, and entirely silent. She wore a scar like a warning. She had no name... or too many. And her eyes? Storm-grey. Unbothered. Unblinking. Unforgiving. They chained her. Whipped her. Tried to break her open like a confession. She smiled instead. They said she was a terrorist. A spy. A ghost. No one knew the truth. But when word spread that he was coming- The Director. The Ghost Hunter. Even the storm outside quieted. Because some stories aren't just secrets. They're scars with a heartbeat. And this one? It started with a girl on her knees... and ends when they both stop breathing.
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