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SEBASTIAN. Every day that passes is excruciating. From the moment I left her, turning my back on her, I have been unable to sleep knowing that I betrayed her once again. How does one recover from such pain? I know this time I won’t have another chance because no one deserves more than a second…
“And why do we have someone who is worthless?” I ask nonchalantly. “Well now, that ain’t your business, is it? We heard that someone is coming for him. I guess he wants to test your loyalty.” He smirks, almost challengingly. I look back at him, unphased. “I don’t fucking have anything to prove. He
“Do you understand what we’re saying?” “One hundred per cent,” I reply, trying to control the rage that is threatening to explode within me. (END OF FLASHBACK) And until then, I have to do as they want… They’ll be watching even if I’ll be the one with Hugh, but something tells me there’s more to
SEBASTIAN. She bursts through the door like the Goddess herself, a deep orange glow coating her vibrant auburn fur as she launches herself at me. I jump to the side as she snarls, turning and glaring at me and for a moment all I can think of is how magnificent and powerful she looks. “Zaia!” Hugh
‘Kill Hugh Toussaint. The Father’s orders.’ Gaultier’s strained voice comes. I glance at Hugh, who has just freed himself from his cuffs as he staggers to his feet. His eyes are on the gun in the corner. Grab it… ‘Get the gun!’ Gaultier snarls. I turn sharply when Zaia bites into my neck, I shake
ZAIA. I shot him. Fear is consuming me from the inside as we rush out. We have Dad now, and I can see Atticus running over to him. He’s covered in blood, but he’s fine. I jerk my head and he nods, knowing what I mean. Get Dad out. I glance around the tunnel before I run ahead, ready to lead the
Does he mean the Moon Dust? Is that how Mom knew about the triquetra… because of Grandfather? Back up is almost here and with the three points of the triquetra being here. I don’t want to let this chance slip. Focus, Zaia. “No, but if I did, I wouldn’t tell you,” I reply, hoping I sounded believa
“But I never had another sister,” Atticus says coldly. “No, you did not. I managed to kill your parents, but it seemed they handed you both over to their trusted friends. Splitting you and your younger sister up to protect you, thwarting me back then. They were smart, I’ll give them that, and it ma