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The neon "VACANCY" sign flickered dimly above the entrance of the roadside motel. It wasn't exactly five-star accommodation, but after everything we had been through, it was more than enough. We needed rest, warmth, and time to recover.

Austin parked the car, and we climbed out, our bodies stiff from the lingering cold. The air was crisp, and though the stars shone overhead, I still felt the weight of the lake's depths clinging to my skin. I glanced at Alex, who was moving slower than usual, his hand pressed against his ribs.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, watching as he winced while stretching.

Alex shot me a look, his usual smirk appearing. "Aside from the fact that you nearly cracked my ribs trying to bring me back to life?"

I rolled my eyes, but my heart clenched. The image of him lying there, lifeless, haunted me.

"You should just be glad you're alive," I muttered.

His smirk softened, and for a moment, he just looked at me. "I am."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned away before I could get lost in that look. We needed rest. I needed rest.

Elijah was the one who handled checking in, his usual calm demeanor masking the exhaustion we all felt. The front desk clerk, an older man with deep wrinkles and tired eyes, handed over two room keys, explaining that the motel was nearly full for the night. Two rooms. That meant sharing.

Austin immediately claimed a room with Alex. His twin had nearly died tonight, and there was no way he was letting him out of his sight. That left Elijah, Isaiah, and me in the second room.

Isaiah, still flipping through the Book of Lores, sighed. "We didn't get to see if the lake had any clues for our next destination."

Elijah gave him a pointed look. "And we aren't going back tonight. You, Alex, and Stormi nearly drowned, and we just fought off lake serpents. We need rest before we do anything else."

Isaiah closed the book with a resigned nod. "Fine. But tomorrow, we need to check."

I pulled the stone fragments from my bag and set them on the small motel table. Three pieces. One still missing. They fit together almost perfectly, but whatever message was written on them remained unreadable.

We were so close.

But for now, Elijah was right. We had to rest.

The motel room was small, with two beds pushed up against opposite walls and an old heater that rattled every few minutes. The scent of old wood and fabric softener lingered in the air.

to the window, pulling off my damp boots. My muscles ached from the night's events, and my

water.

out a tired groan. "Remind

hell."

chuckled, stretching his arms behind his head as he took a seat

at the ceiling. The adrenaline had worn off, and now all I felt was exhaustion. But

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shake the image of Alex going under. Of him

seemed to sense the shift in my mood. Ile stood and walked over, sitting on the

turned my head to look

Elijah reassured me, his voice

I don't know what I would

me a small, knowing smile. "That's because

suddenly dry. Of course, I

it was more than that. The thought of losing any of them-Elijah, Austin,

moment, finally spoke. "We're all still here, and that's what matters. Get

find the

on the

out of me, you know that?" Austin muttered,

wincing slightly as he shifted. "That seems to

didn't laugh. His usual carefree expression had been replaced by

Alex." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "When

I-” He cut himself off, shaking his head. "You can't do

faded.

silence, only the hum of the heater

broke it. "I don't remember much about being under,

rubbing his temple. “Drowning isn't peaceful. It's... panicked.

his jaw. "Well,

out a soft