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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
ATTICUS. It’s hard to stomach, but I also know that it isn’t a lie… Over a decade ago I once learned that my blood type didn’t match either Dad or Mom’s but when that niggling thought that perhaps Mom cheated on Dad crept into my mind, I shut the entire situation out not wanting to be the reason f
I cock a brow. “Not that I feel the need to tell you, actually it has nothing to do with you, so maybe take a hike,” I say, trying to control my annoyance. “Say that again, I’m fucking-” “Jai, come on, please quit this. We are one team guys.” Valerie says, but she still seems pale ever since she l
RED: Yeah, can’t sleep. Why are you awake? ATTICUS: I’d say thinking about you but not exactly. Mind if I come over? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about. There’s a pause. RED: Sure. Getting up, I don’t bother grabbing a shirt and leaving my room, I shut the door quietly behind me bef
ZAIA. A week has passed, and I feel… empty. The moment Atticus mentioned it, there were so many emotions that I was left to deal with. Anger, betrayal, regret, pain, guilt and sadness. My emotions became an ocean I was drowning in, struggling to stay afloat… but I let go, allowing the emotions t
I hate to admit it, but I barely trust anyone. “You should rest, and head to the safe house. Valerie has made a yummy strew. I have some work to attend to.” I say, kissing his cheek. “You’re treating me as if I’m old.” He says. I smile and shake my head. “No, just that you need to take care of y