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Chapter 256

Chapter 256

-Ava’s POV-

I let out a shuddering breath, my fingers tightening around his hand. It felt cold, unnaturally still, and yet, somehow, I still expected him to squeeze back. To open his eyes. To scowl at me the way he always did when I challenged him. But there was nothing.

Silence.

Emptiness.

I swallowed against the lump in my throat, willing myself to be stronger than this, to be harder than this. But the moment I spoke again, my voice cracked.

“You were supposed to fix things.”

The words felt like acid on my tongue.

“I hated you for so long, and some part of me still does. But I would take us continuing how we’ve always been. For me me seeing you as the enemy and fighting with you than this.”

My chest tightened as I stared at him, his face slack, peaceful in a way that felt unnatural. Luther Pierce was never peaceful. He was absolutely dreadful and this was so wrong.

“I need you to wake up.”

My voice dropped to a whisper, raw and broken.

“I need you to fight like you always have. For once, not against me, but with me. I know it is impossible but I need you to find a way to do that still.

My breath hitched, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. I had spent so much of my life trying to break free of his shadow, and now, sitting here, I realized how much of me had been built in reaction to him.

I sniffled, shaking my head as I wiped angrily at my eyes. This isn’t fair.

all at once, “Even now,

finally allowing myself to slump forward, resting my forehead against

“Damn you, Father.”

sat there, the quiet hum of the healer’s quarters the only sound in the room. I thought about everything–about the

to hear him say he was sorry. Not

that so badly. I wanted to know what it would be like being on the sane page family and this

with my

hand one last time before whispering, “Goodbye,

was when it happened. A twitch.

movement beneath

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Chapter 256

My heart pounded wildly as I stared at

it happened again.

weak twitch of his fingers.

breath, my pulse roaring in my ears.

supposed to wake up. The healers had said I shot to my feet, my chair scraping against the floor as I staggered

back.

tears, just as my mind caught up to what was

fingers twitched again.

pulse still uneven from what I thought I had seen–what I knew I had seen. But now, as I sat there, watching, waiting, there was nothing Just the same stillness, the same unnerving

hovered over his hand, waiting for another twitch

a shaky breath, pressing my lips together as my shoulders sagged. I imagined

Grayson hadn’t been a hallucination? What if it had been him

it was different because my father was

more, searching for something I wasn’t even sure existed. And then, before I could second–guess

down and pressed a

but the weight of it sat heavy in my chest. It felt like a goodbye, even if

and let my gaze linger on him one last time before I turned

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