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.

I hadn't lost any arms or

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

and I felt a slight urge to

taking slow, unsteady steps

Whitney, you must survive.

closer, I used the dim light outside to examine Whitney

for some cuts on the back

were just

worst, the current situation was

gently touched her face and

"Chloe..."

of relief

you? Does your heart

her eyes. "Chloe, I'm fine. You've been

had once undergone a heart transplant. The heart had a strong rejection reaction after surgery, but since she started using my heart, the compatibility between her body and the heart had gradually improved over the past six months, with no rejection symptoms at all. In fact, her health

probably the most valuable thing I did before I died at

have you been

with Taylor, knowing the Carlyns better than I

have," she said, her expression suddenly changing in the next moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney grabbed my hand.

this. The enemy had gone to such great lengths to gather all of

had already died once, and

sons were not very capable,

privilege, as if it were

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

while they hadn't harmed Whitney and me yet, it wasn't just because

he was still part of the

the

In contrast

Whitney's

this. As for the fate of the Sanders, what

body? Can you

Mom and Dad... They're

corner came a

"Shouldn't they die?"

of any

only then saw the man in

all black, and I couldn't tell how long he had been standing there.