While Elijah departed, they could barely make out the sound of the front door shutting behind him. For a split second, Rosa did nothing while she held out her hand as if to call him back. Something else she couldn't identify was confusing and terrifying. "Is Rosa's name?" His speech took on a more accusing and serious tone, but his friendliness and warmth drew her back to reality. Naturally, this inquiry leads to an unofficial specification: "Just who was that guy?" Rosa seemed to harbor numerous secrets as she gazed at her husband. She had been expecting this day and probably dreading it even as she strove to establish a new one that was free from the world of the supernatural. But she had thought, maybe mistakenly and imprudently, that it would always be able not to have them intermingle. She whispered, "I believe we need to talk," and he could see the terror in her eyes. He murmured, "Kevin." Kevin glared, which was somewhat unlike him, as deep creases developed on his plea
The words that were shouted were just growing harsher, and there was no going back once those statements were spoken. Kevin leaned back in his chair and stared at her, startled. After a pause that can be described as tensely pregnant, neither of them is inclined to break the silence. “All this time,” Kevin managed to clear his throat and speak at last. These words loaded with disbelief can also be used to convey that people can keep lots of secrets over many years. Rosa could not help but cry. ”I’m so sorry for wanting to preserve you, to preserve Michael,” she says to him, tears rushing to her eyes. “I thought leaving that life behind, not talking about it, would make it remain in the past. But today when Elijah came…” “You think something’s happened to Amelia,” Kevin paraphrased her, as comprehension registered on his face. Acting in reaction to the cue Rosa gave, Maria responded gently, 'Exactly," Rosa nodded, a sob swelling in her breast. ‘No, there is more than that; Elij
When they were out of the main drinking area, where the nightclubs and bars were located, Lucas allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Ema would be pleased. After weeks of failure, they were positive that they would receive exactly what they had been looking for. Astor followed the smell to a little, independent bookshop nestled in between a thrift store and a vegan café. Over the door was a sign that proclaimed ‘Bookmark Haven’ in finely chipped gold paint. Indeed, the bookstore was closed, and all the windows in it were blind, but Lucas was convinced the individuals were still alive in the building. He whispered to others surrounding him and said, “She is here.” “I can smell her, ” Mara was a tiny, black woman with short hair and a grinning mouth, and she rubbed her hands together. “Finally. I was starting to assume this little bitch had vanished into thin air. Dex, who was somewhat more restless and the youngest of the complete three after their judgments, approached th
Dex tried to cover it slightly, but Lucas saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down and saw the solitary bead of sweat that slid down the young man’s temple. There is no comfortable touch because Ema’s touch could be as horrifying as they are alluring. “What would you have us do next, my lady?” Lucas aimed this query at Ema, and it made her redirect her focus from Dex. Ema’s smile grew, displaying only a small portion of her fangs. “Nothing for now. You have done a terrific job, my trusty pets. Go home, eat, drink, and be merry. I need some time to appreciate and think about the next plan. The dismissal was plain. Lucas, Mara, and Dex got up, touching their heads to the floor, then turned their backs and walked to the door. It was at this juncture when Ema screamed for them again from the other side of the door as they neared the doorstep. “Oh, and Lucas? Don't tell anyone else about our discovery. I won't have anyone come in my way. Do we understand each other?” Lucas nodded thou
"I needed to be careful not to sprain my ankle on the tree roots," he thought to himself as he strode through the pitch black. The full moon, high in the sky, illuminated the scenery and carnick bars reaching across the thickets around the pack grounds, despite the darkness. A lone man paced anxiously in the middle of the forest, out of earshot and, more crucially, out of sight. Jake spun around and leaped into action as soon as the twig snapped in the pitch-blackness of night. He had reached his final objective at last. A tall, strong man—about six and a half feet tall, according to Jake—stepped out from behind the curtain. Shouting out a respectful "Beta," he kneeled on one knee. Taking a deep breath to steady his rushing thoughts, Elijah stepped outside into the soft moonlight. Elijah whispered, "Report Jake," and he gently yanked Jake to his feet. Jake could feel the jitters building in as he prepared to give out information that he was more than confident would generate
CHAPTER 73The miles rose from the car and each of them brought him closer to the change of everything in the face-to-face meeting. But while doubt and anxiety tried to overtake him, Elijah focused on one simple truth: This was where he was needed most specifically by his daughter. But this time around, he would not let her down. The drive to Rosa’s house felt like hours yet at the same time, the instant he finally came there, it appeared as if he was hardly traveling for any period. All the same, collected, Elijah chose a comfy position and halted it just in front of the doorstep of the little suburban home. The area was quite tranquil, which is exactly what Rosa had sought in a setting after she chose to turn her back on the life she used to live. With all the confidence he could gather, he took a deep breath came out of the car and walked towards the front entrance. Thanks to his strong sense of hearing, he could hear individuals moving around inside—steps, whispered t
Ema could hear the sunlight just barely crawling over the horizon; she sat up swiftly in her bed with an alarm in her chest. The events that she watched the previous day flashed in her mind and, with them, the passion of getting close to their goal was all she could think of. Amelia was strolling in another town now, and she could not proceed as she would; time had passed her by. She moved down towards the guard’s quarters. “Get up,” she whispered firmly, vigorously shaking the shoulders of her guards. ‘‘As a matter of fact, get on your feet and let us move’’. Grunts and grumbles rumbled from her rogues and they strained to sit up from the uncomfortable position they slept in. They had gone into an old barn and all night they spent sleeping on the musty straw and the boards of the barn that were starting to rot. As consciousness began to return, the feeling of the severity of their position along with them. Turning to scan their faces, Ema mentally checked her crew on bo
Ema and her rogues continued to move. There was a bridge in front of them, made of stone and somewhat old, but it was still intact—albeit barely. Grass grew down the sides, and some of the stones appeared to be partially removed. However, it had become their only opportunity. Then it was decided: "Astor, you go first," Ema said. "Don't completely trust any of the sides of the bridge until you've put your full weight on each one to see if they're going to collapse on you."He nodded, gently exiting the bridge, too scared to make much noise. The rest of them waited with held breath as he took a slow and careful step forward due to the sounds emanating from the structure. The bridge was halfway through when Astor stumbled on the stone, nearly falling into the wild waters below. 'Be careful,' Mara yelled, appearing much more serious than usual. Astor steadied himself and gave a shaky thumbs-up before continuing. He seemed to have been walking for a long time, but he eventually mad