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.

were intact; I hadn't lost any

only superficial injuries-some cuts from the broken

spinning, and I felt a slight urge to vomit,

steps through the water,

Whitney, you must survive.

used the dim

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

they were

the current situation was the best

gently touched her face and hoarsely whispered,

"Chloe..."

breathed a sigh of relief as I heard her faint

Does

opened her eyes. "Chloe, I'm fine. You've been protecting me all this

my heart, the compatibility

was probably the most valuable thing I did before I died at least I protected

you

Taylor, knowing the Carlyns better than I

"Mom and Dad!"

this. The enemy had gone to such great lengths to gather all of the Sanders together through

Whitney and I hadn't died was that I had already died once, and Whitney had suffered

the sons were not very capable, they had lived a comfortable life under Grandma's protection for half their

life of ease and privilege, as if it were their natural

them was undoubtedly deeper than the one they held

wasn't just because

he was still part of the Carlyns

Sander family members had become the

In contrast

Whitney's

different. "Sorry, 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

"How's your body?

fine, but Mom and Dad...

a dark corner came a deep, male voice, its age

"Shouldn't they die?"

voice was soft, devoid of any emotion-neither

look and only then saw the

black, and I couldn't tell how long he had been