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.

my limbs were intact; I hadn't lost any arms

injuries-some cuts from the broken glass,

slight urge to vomit,

steps through the water,

Whitney, you must survive.

used the

some cuts on the back of her hand from the

they were just

current situation was the best possible outcome in the

and

"Chloe..."

breathed a sigh of relief as

are you? Does

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

started using my heart, the compatibility between her body and the heart

was probably the most valuable thing I did before I

have you been

spent many years with Taylor, knowing

her expression suddenly changing in the next moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney

without her saying it, 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

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

and some of the sons were not very capable, they had lived a comfortable life under

privilege,

hatred toward them was undoubtedly deeper than the one they held

Whitney and me yet, it wasn't just

he was still part of the Carlyns and might care about

become the focal

In contrast

Whitney's worry

response was starkly different. "Sorry, I can't empathize with you on this. As for the fate of

"How's your body?

Mom and Dad... They're going

came a deep,

"Shouldn't they die?"

of any emotion-neither joy, anger,

then saw the man in

couldn't tell how long he had been