Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

I was terrified to wake up.

I was afraid that when I regained consciousness, I would once again become a spirit, watching my body being torn apart.

I also feared that I might not have any consciousness at all, unable to even take one last look at Carter, still not having had the chance to say goodbye.

Before regaining full awareness, searing pain overwhelmed me.

The moment I felt the pain, I was strangely relieved; if I could still feel pain, it meant I was alive, not just a wandering soul.

As long as I was alive, I still had a chance.

My head and body ached from the impacts, each part of me throbbing.

The images from before I lost consciousness resurfaced the sight of Zoey being discarded to the green belt, Harlan crawling toward her. She should be okay, right? What about Whitney? Was her heart okay?

I suddenly opened my eyes, and only then did I realize my current situation.

Whitney was not far from me, still unconscious.

I scanned the surroundings. We were locked in a water prison, but fortunately, the water level wasn't too high-just a shallow layer that hadn't even covered my feet. The ground was damp. The room was dark and musty, with only a small, square iron window.

Outside, it was pitch black; it had already turned night.

I listened carefully, hearing the sound of waves from afar.

I had a suspicion in my heart-was this the island that Yael once brought me to?

If the Carlyns were seeking revenge, they would definitely bring us to their burial ground.

Whitney's huge fish-tail wedding dress spread out on the ground, with diamonds scattered all over, glinting coldly in the darkness.

She was already slender and pale, resembling a stranded mermaid. Her entire form exuded a sense of fragility-beautiful, yet heartbreaking.

The dagger was scattered in the car.

I looked down and saw that the silver necklace around my neck was still there.

As long as the island didn't block signals, Carter would be able to detect my presence!

I propped myself up on the damp ground and struggled to stand up.

limbs were intact; I hadn't lost

superficial injuries-some cuts from the broken glass, which explained the

spinning, and I felt a slight urge to vomit, likely

slow, unsteady steps through the

Whitney, you must survive.

the dim light outside to examine

have any obvious injuries, except for some cuts on the back of her hand from the

they were

the current situation was the best possible outcome in

gently touched her face and hoarsely whispered, "Whitney, are

"Chloe..."

sigh of relief as I heard

are you? Does your heart

"Chloe, I'm fine.

had a strong rejection reaction after surgery, but since she started using my heart, the compatibility between her body and the

most valuable thing I did before I died at

have you been here

Taylor,

"Mom and Dad!"

I had already suspected this. The enemy had gone to such great lengths to gather all of the Sanders together through Taylor, clearly intending to

and I hadn't died was that I had

Sanders were different. Even though Josh and some of the sons were not very capable, they had lived

life of ease and privilege, as if

enemy's hatred toward them was undoubtedly deeper than the one they

yet, it wasn't just because of

the Carlyns and might care about

the focal

In contrast

you Whitney's worry

I can't empathize with you on this. As for the fate of the Sanders, what matters more to me is you." I tried to

body?

I'm fine, but Mom and Dad... They're going

came a

"Shouldn't they die?"

was soft, devoid of any emotion-neither joy, anger,

then

he had been standing there. He had no presence, like