Wrongdoings…

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I was about to take a step down the staircase but slipped and slipped into his arms. Sinister seemed to want to say something but didn't or rather it seemed like he couldn't.

And for the first time, I saw pain in his face. He seemed drained and perplexed and tired as he held me but somehow didn't let go. Something was wrong.

“Sinister-"

“Be careful," He tried to smile. "Who's going to catch you when I'm not around, Angel?"

Before I could have said a word to him, Nikolai touched him on the shoulder, "Let's go.

Sitting in the van, I looked out of the tiny window at the back as we drove. The night felt empty and like a great nothingness captured every essence of the living now dead earth as a fragile string of hope seemed to drift across with the glides of the tender wind.

"Here," Archer gave me the gun, "I believe this was yours."

Taking it dryly without an expression to spare he looked at me worriedly, "I promise you, Becky, you'll be safe. As long as I'm alive and even when I'm d