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Tyler's POV My heart thudded in my chest as I grappled with the surreal reality of my own demise. I found myself in a room with the familiar faces of Luke, Jackson, and Edward, each wearing expressions of concern and confusion. "Tyler, are you okay?" Luke's voice was laced with worry. "Okay? I'm dead, Luke. I'm the furthest thing from okay," I quipped with my trademark sarcasm, though the pain in my eyes betrayed a deeper turmoil. Jackson, the ever-serious one, leaned forward. "We need to figure out what's going on. There's something strange about Danielle." Edward, the elder statesman of the group, interjected, "Could she be sired to Damian? It's not unheard of for vampires to form such bonds." My jaw clenched at the thought. "Sired? You think she's all fangirl for Damian now?" Luk