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Sophia turned to Helene with an easy smile.

"Yes, that's what I suggested earlier… but I never said I wouldn't do it," she replied smoothly. "I was just worried about our safety. We're practically diving headfirst into a fight, Helene. We have to be careful."

Helene stared at her for a long moment, eyes sharp and questioning—clearly unconvinced.

Sophia didn't flinch. She held her sister's gaze, her expression warm and steady, as if daring Helene to challenge her further.

After a tense silence, Helene finally spoke.

"Since we're partnering with them… are you still planning to go through with your plan?" she asked quietly, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

Sophia's gaze darkened for the briefest moment at the question, but she smoothed it over with a calm breath and a practiced smile.

"It's important we stick to our plan," she said softly, her tone firm beneath the calmness. "I'll let them run their course for now, but don't think I'm abandoning what we set out to do. Tell me, Helene—are you really ready to put all your trust in a guy you just met today?"

Helene shook her head quickly. "No… that's not what I mean. I don't trust him," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm just… curious. It's the same goal, no matter which plan we use, right? So what's the point of all this again? Aren't you… tired of the deaths already?"

"Helene…" Sophia's voice softened as she looked at her sister with sadness in her eyes.

She moved closer and gently cupped Helene's face in her hands.

"I am tired too. I don't like any of this… But we have to make sure we survive first," Sophia whispered, her tone calm yet firm. "His plan doesn't guarantee our safety. I'm certain mine does. So we need to be ready to switch when the time comes."

Her golden-brown eyes locked onto Helene's. "Trust me," she added softly.

Helene stared back for a long moment, struggling with the storm inside her. The care in Sophia's gaze was genuine—but so was the dread clawing at Helene's chest.

"It's not that I don't trust you…" Helene's voice cracked. "I just don't want to do it again. I don't want… those things again." Her throat tightened as grotesque memories flashed—blood, screams, the rituals they'd performed for years.

Sophia exhaled slowly, the weight of fatigue pressing on her shoulders.

"I didn't want to say this before… but I've used my power on him." Her tone was low and cold now. "Caleb… he's not going to make it. His plans will fail."

Helene's eyes widened. A sharp gasp escaped her lips.

"You… you can't be serious…"

"Hmph." Sophia's lips curved into a bitter smirk. "Let me show you."

Her irises shimmered, shifting from deep purple to a molten gold that radiated power.

Helene felt her breath hitch as she stared into them. The glow pulled her in—and then the vision hit. Blood. A path painted crimson. Caleb's figure moving forward, only to vanish into the darkness.

Sophia's voice echoed, calm and chilling. "Caleb Morrow… his path is bathed in blood. If we follow him, we'll be buried with him."

A second later, the glow faded. Sophia blinked, her eyes returning to normal.

"If you won't believe my words, at least believe my ability," she said coldly, turning away. "Now you know why his plan will never work."

She reached the door and paused for a heartbeat, her voice firm and final. "Goodnight."

Before Helene could respond, Sophia walked out, leaving her sister frozen in silence.

Helene remained on the bed, her hands trembling as tears slipped down her cheeks. The vision she'd seen burned in her mind—blood, endless blood, and Caleb disappearing into the darkness.

She hugged herself tightly, shaking her head as if that could erase the images.

"I-Is it true…? Will he really die?" she whispered, her voice breaking under the weight of fear and uncertainty.

For the first time in years, Helene wished she had never learned the truth about her sister's power.

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The warm glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft amber light across the room. Caleb's eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the brightness.

The first thing he saw was Naya, standing by the mirror.

Her long, dark blonde hair cascaded down her back as she carefully applied a touch of gloss to her lips. Dressed in a sleek black blouse tucked into high-waisted jeans, she looked effortlessly elegant—dangerously so.

For a moment, Caleb just watched her in silence. The way the sunlight kissed her skin, the calm confidence in her posture… it was enough to make anyone forget the world was falling apart outside.

'Damn… mornings like this almost make me think life is normal,' Caleb thought with a faint smirk.

But the thought didn't last long. Reality came crashing back—the deal with Eldora, Diego, the ticking countdown. And now, Derren McCoy.

"How long have you been up?" Caleb asked, his voice husky from sleep.

Naya turned slightly, catching his reflection in the mirror before meeting his eyes. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"Long enough to realize you sleep like a log," she teased lightly.

Caleb stretched, running a hand through his messy hair. "Guilty. But I needed the rest after yesterday."

"Mm-hmm," Naya hummed, slipping on a pair of gold hoops. "I hope you're ready for today. We're meeting Derren at noon, remember?"

"Oh, I remember," Caleb said, swinging his legs off the bed. "The royal prince of this messed-up world."

Naya shot him a sharp look through the mirror. "Don't joke about that. If we screw this up, Diego will be the least of our problems."

Caleb chuckled, standing and stretching his arms high. "Relax. I'll make sure we don't."

But as he said it, a thought flickered in the back of his mind. What the hell am I going to offer this guy?

He masked the uncertainty behind a confident grin.

"Let's make this meeting count," he said finally.

Naya smirked faintly and turned back to the mirror. "We'd better."

Caleb pulled on a clean black shirt and dark jeans, running a hand through his hair as he walked out toward the dining area. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bread wafted through the air, pulling him out of his thoughts for a moment.

Helene was already seated at the table, her hair tied in a loose ponytail, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. Her eyes looked tired—puffy, as if she hadn't slept much—but when Caleb approached, she forced a small smile.

"Morning," he greeted, sliding into the chair opposite her.

"Morning," she replied softly, lowering her gaze almost immediately.

Caleb frowned slightly. There was something different about her… something heavier. He wanted to ask, but before he could, Naya swept in like a storm—heels clicking against the hardwood floor, confidence radiating off her.

"Eat fast. We're not going to keep a McCoy waiting," she said, setting her handbag on the counter as she poured herself some coffee.

"You sound like this guy's a king," Caleb teased, grabbing a slice of toast.

Naya shot him a sharp glance. "He might as well be. If anyone in this city still holds power outside X, it's Derren McCoy. His family's roots run deep—royalty-level influence. Don't underestimate him."

Caleb smirked. "Noted. So, do I bow when I see him, or just kiss his ring?"

Helene choked on her tea, coughing violently as Naya rolled her eyes.

"Just don't piss him off," Naya muttered, snatching a croissant from the basket.

Caleb leaned back in his chair, studying Naya as she sipped her coffee like it was a weapon. She was calm, but her eyes told a different story—sharp, alert, calculating.

'She's nervous too,' Caleb thought. 'Good. Means I'm not the only one walking into this blind.'

Finishing his toast, Caleb wiped his hands and stood. "Alright. Let's go charm royalty."

"Tch, you better not ruin this.." Naya said, before grabbing her coat and tossing Caleb a pair of sunglasses.

"What's this for?" he asked, catching them.

"Derren's meetings aren't exactly public," she said with a sly smirk. "Better to keep a low profile."

Caleb slid them on, matching her energy with a faint grin. "Low profile's my middle name."

"Sure it is," Naya muttered, already heading for the door.

Caleb followed, his hand brushing the cold metal of the doorknob as his thoughts darkened.

'Time's ticking. If Derren doesn't bite, I'm out of options'

Today would decide everything.