The door lock clicked.
Nana heard it from inside her prison—a soft mechanical sound, then the door swinging open on its own.
Automated release, some distant part of her mind recognized. Programmed to unlock if...
If Rafayel died.
Even in death, he'd planned for her freedom. His final gift. His final obsession.
Nana stumbled through the doorway, her legs weak, her hands still bound.
The hallway was eerily silent—no footsteps, no voices, no signs of life.
Just silence.
And then she saw it.
The ballroom doors were open. And inside...
"Oh god," Nana whispered.
Bodies. Everywhere. Guards from both sides, lying in pools of blood. The beautiful marble floor was painted red. Shattered crystal from the chandelier glittered like diamonds among the carnage.
And in the center—two figures.
Rafayel on top. Xavier underneath.
"No—" Nana's voice cracked. "No no no—"
She ran. Her feet slipped in blood—thick, still warm—and she went down hard, her knees hitting the marble with a crack that sent pain shooting through her legs.
She didn't care.
Crawled forward on hands and knees through the blood, sobbing, desperate.
Please be alive. Please be alive. Please—
She reached them. Shoved Rafayel's body aside with strength she didn't know she had.
The corpse rolled lifelessly, those dual-colored eyes staring at nothing, that obsessive smile frozen on his face even in death.
Nana felt nothing looking at him. No relief. No grief. Just... emptiness.
Then she turned to Xavier.
His face was pale, covered in blood and cuts. His chest barely moved—shallow, labored breaths. But moving.
Alive.
"Xavier!" Nana's hands cupped his face, her bound wrists making it awkward. "Xavier, please! Please wake up!"
His skin was cold. So cold. Like the life was draining from him with every passing second.
"No, you don't get to die. Not after all this. Not after—" Her voice broke completely. "Not after everything you did to save me."
That's when she heard it.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Soft. Mechanical. Coming from somewhere nearby.
Nana's blood ran cold.She knew that sound. Rafayel had told her about it weeks ago, when he'd been showing off his mansion's "security features." Talking about his contingency plans. His backup strategies.
"If something happens to me, if I lose, the mansion has a failsafe. Nobody gets to have it. Nobody gets to win."
She'd thought he was being dramatic. Theatrical.
She'd been wrong.
"No," Nana whispered, standing on shaking legs. "No, he wouldn't—"
But he would. Of course he would.
If Rafayel couldn't have her, couldn't win, couldn't keep his perfect prize...
Then nobody would.
Nana followed the sound to the main support pillar. Found the device attached there—digital display counting down.
14:32
14:31
14:30
Fourteen minutes.
"Oh god. Oh god—" Nana ran back to Xavier. "Xavier, wake up! Wake up, we have to go! There's a bomb! XAVIER!"
He didn't respond. Unconscious from blood loss. Dying.
She tried to lift him. Couldn't. He was too heavy, too big, and she was too small, too weak.
"No no no—" Tears streamed down her face. "Someone help! PLEASE!"
A groan from near the doorway.
Nana's head snapped up. "Hello?! Is someone alive?!"
Jihoon.
He was pushing himself up with his good arm, his other arm hanging uselessly. Blood soaked his shirt, and his face was deathly pale, but he was conscious.
"Miss anderson?" His voice was weak. "What—"
"Bomb! There's a bomb! Fourteen minutes!" Nana was already trying to drag Xavier toward the door. "Help me! Please!"
Jihoon's eyes widened. Then, despite his injuries, despite the blood loss, despite everything—he moved.
Stumbled to Xavier's other side. Together, they grabbed him under the arms and started dragging him toward the exit.
Xavier was dead weight. 180 pounds of unconscious muscle. Every step was agony. Nana's arms screamed in protest. Her legs threatened to give out.
But she didn't stop.
Couldn't stop.
They made it to the front doors. Down the steps. Across the gravel driveway.
The mansion was isolated. No neighbors for miles. The nearest road was at least a kilometer away.
They'd never make it on foot.
"Car—" Jihoon gasped, pointing with his chin toward the line of vehicles. "Need... keys..."
Nana spotted a dead guard near one of the SUVs. She ran to him, trying not to look at his face, and found keys in his pocket.
The SUV unlocked with a beep.
Together, she and Jihoon managed to get Xavier into the back seat. Nana climbed in after him, pulling his head onto her lap. Jihoon threw himself into the driver's seat.
9:23
The engine roared to life. Jihoon slammed his foot on the gas, and they tore down the long driveway, gravel spraying.
Nana looked back at the mansion—gothic and beautiful and full of death. Rafayel's final prison. His final plan.
6:30
"Faster !" Nana screamed.
"I'm trying!" Jihoon's good hand white-knuckled the steering wheel.
4:12
They hit the main road. Jihoon turned hard, tires squealing.
2:37
Nana bent over Xavier, shielding his body with hers, and whispered, "I love you. I love you. Please live. Please—"
0:03
0:02
0:01
The night erupted behind them.
The explosion was massive—a fireball that lit up the sky like a second sun. The shockwave hit the car, sending it swerving violently.
Jihoon fought for control, barely keeping them on the road.The windows rattled. The car jerked forward from the blast.
Nana screamed, her arms wrapped around Xavier's unconscious form, protecting him from the impact.
Then it was over.
The car steadied. Jihoon kept driving, his hands shaking.
Nana looked back through the rear window.
The mansion was gone. Just flames and smoke and rubble where it had stood.
Rafayel's beautiful prison, destroyed. All the evidence of their war, consumed by fire.
All the bodies—the guards, Rafayel, the others—gone. Cremated in an instant.
"Those bastard really insane," Jihoon muttered, his voice shaky with adrenaline and blood loss. "Fucking insane."
Nana didn't respond. Just looked down at Xavier in her lap, at his pale face, his shallow breathing.She wiped blood from his lips with gentle fingers. Then, not caring about the blood, not caring about anything except him, she bent down and pressed her lips to his.
A kiss. Soft. Desperate. Full of everything she couldn't say.
"Xavier, you saved me," she whispered against his lips. "Again. Always. You always save me."
His chest continued its shallow rise and fall.
Still alive.
Still breathing.
Still hers.
"Hospital," Jihoon said, already pulling out his phone one-handed. "I'm calling ahead. He's lost too much blood. He needs—"
"I know." Nana stroked Xavier's silver hair back from his face. "Just drive. Please just drive."
Jihoon pressed harder on the gas.
Behind them, the mansion burned.
Rafayel obsession, consumed by his own madness.
The Serpent Guild, decapitated.
Richard Anderson, dead.
Mr. Qi, dead.
The war, over.
But at what cost?
Nana looked at Xavier's unconscious face and felt something break and rebuild inside her chest simultaneously.
He was a monster. A killer. The Shen devil's who'd painted the city red.
But he was her monster.
And she'd already decided: if he survived this, she would too. Together.
They'd survived the war. Now they just had to survive the aftermath.
The car raced through the dark streets, sirens wailing in the distance, heading toward the one place that might save him.Nana held him close, whispering prayers and promises and love confessions to an unconscious man who'd burned down the world to keep her safe.
"Don't die," she whispered. "Don't you dare die, Xavier. Not when we finally have a chance. Not when—" Her voice cracked. "Not when I finally understand what you are and love you anyway."
Jihoon glanced in the rearview mirror, saw Nana holding Xavier, and felt something painful twist in his chest.
If Xavier survived this, it would be a miracle.
But if anyone deserved a miracle after all this carnage...
It was them.
The hospital lights appeared in the distance.
Hope.
Small. Fragile. But there.
Just like the three of them—small, fragile, but still breathing.
Still alive.
Still fighting.
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To be continued.