I walk over to the bathroom door, watching as she washes her face with soap and water frantically, even going as far as to gargle. I turn away, feeling worse than I have in years. What was I expecting? I don’t have much to offer. I’m a man without an education, a man on the run… a man working in a
VALERIE. My heart sinks when I hear his door slam. What have I done? What was I doing? Goddess! I’ve made a mess of things. “Val…” Zaia’s no longer smiling as she observes me. “Are you ok? Did I come at a bad time? I’ll leave if you won’t take offence. I shouldn’t have barged in like this.” He
Zaia places two mugs down on the table, making me jump and I frown, trying to push the thoughts away, refusing to go down that train of thought. “Sorry.” She apologises, taking the seat opposite me gracefully. I shake my head. “You didn’t do anything. So how long are you here for?” I ask, trying t
Turning over to face her, I look into her gorgeous purple eyes. “It’s almost as if you know who I’m talking about, and you don’t,” I say quietly, not ready to tell her that. She reaches over, brushing my hair off my face. “We are twins… even if parted since birth… I can feel the presence of family
VALERIE. That night, he never returned. Nor the night after. And the night after that. It was almost like Zade Toussaint had simply disappeared - without a note, without a message. And it terrified me because he’s disappeared once before. The apartment next door remained empty. No one came to
I glance at the car that he’s now leaning against before I nod, “Ok, I’ll have a think about it.” I respond, just wanting to get home. “Great, I’ll be waiting for your response. Don’t take too long.” He winks at me as he opens the car door for me, which he had expertly been blocking. “Sure, bye.”
Zade! I try to pull away, only for the blade to be pressed harder against my neck. I feel the sting as it breaks the top layer of skin. “Zade… I was calling you. If you were here, you should have answered me then.” I say quietly, my heart pounding, as he doesn’t ease the pressure on my neck. “Tak
ZADE. The Arkan. The hunters who wanted us dead. They use a special device that leads them to those who are chipped. A quick scan of an area makes us appear on their screens as red blips, and the chips are advanced enough to be pretty precise with their locations. Fools who allowed themselves to