Chapter 5 Raven went quiet for a couple of seconds after I spoke. Then she let out two sharp laughs. "What are you talking about? Are you so eaten up with jealousy that you've lost your mind?" I sneered and said calmly, "Do you really think you're the only one who got a second chance? Oh, and by the way, Blazewing is doing great. I should thank you, really, for letting him end up with me." I hung up right after saying that. Through the copper mirror, I saw Raven hurl the phone and start throwing a fit. Snowviper frowned at her tantrum. "What's wrong with you? Why are you freaking out?" "Megan's reborn, too! She knows everything you've done to me!" Snowviper's lips curled. "So what if she knows?" "That means I have no advantage over her! She's probably laughing at me behind my back right now!" He leaned closer, voice silky. "But I can give you cool air. What does she have? Blazewing's a useless waste. He's nothing compared to me." At that, Raven relaxed a little, her shoulders dropping. "You're right. Megan must be jealous that I have you. She's probably dying from the heat. Let's see how long she can keep pretending she's fine." I almost laughed out loud. Her logic was beyond ridiculous. Snowviper, on the other hand, seemed very pleased with her answer. "That's better, sweetheart. Now eat more. You'll need the strength so I can keep drinking your blood. A little pain is nothing. In a week at most, Megan will be crying at your feet, begging you to save her." Raven actually believed him. She nodded over and over, completely convinced. But what she didn't know was that Snowviper wanted more than just her blood. What he really craved was her soul. Back in my last life, the only reason Raven managed to turn Snowviper against me was because I refused to trick her into his hands. He'd already had his fill of blood, but he needed one last piece-a soul like his, the only kind 1/2 W that could keep his powers alive. Mine didn't qualify. That was why he ordered me to lure Raven over. I knew exactly what kind of suffering she'd face if I obeyed. I couldn't do it. I couldn't destroy her like that. But Raven twisted it in her head, convinced I was just selfish and couldn't stand her happiness. I kept thinking of her as my sister, clinging to the idea of family. I only saw how deep her cruelty ran moments before I died. This time, I wouldn't waste my breath. She could believe whatever she wanted. With Blazewing, I finally had a stretch of peaceful days. Raven still called me from time to time, bragging about how wonderful her life was. At first, I humored her and listened. But eventually, I got sick of it. I showed her where I was living, how good things really were for me. Her face darkened instantly, and after that, she never called again. At last, the world was quiet. No more of Raven's endless whining. But I didn't realize that danger was already creeping closer. One night, Blazewing and I were asleep when something wet splashed across us, jolting us awake. I looked up and blinked in shock. For some reason, after all this heat and endless dryness, the sky had finally opened up. It was raining. The rain was warm, sure, but not boiling-probably around 75 °F. At first, Blazewing and I didn't think much of it. But the rain didn't stop. It went on for days. The cellar filled higher and higher, until the water nearly reached our ankles. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!