~Leo~ Getting to the bedroom, Amelia requested that we take a shower. She knew how I was feeling and did not bring up the matter of the fire. I was grateful to her for it. She was the only one I had been with that never asked questions. She always allowed me to volunteer the information, making me
I began to hope something would come up that would enable me to escape cooking that morning. Amelia went to join the women in the dining room while I went to the kitchen. It was a disaster. There was burnt toast and bacon. There was smoke in the air, so I figured they had just put out a grease fir
~Leo~ Max and Kyle were very diligent in organising my warriors. I arrived there with Marcel, Theodore, David, Devin, my father, and Sylvester. We needed everyone with a command on deck. I knew what I would do violated their rights, but these were desperate times that called for desperate measur
I dismissed the rest of the warriors, and they left. I could see relief in their eyes. When they dragged Kappa James away, I felt rage in me. He was lucky I was stopped, or I would have killed him. He had hurt me badly. We could source Nitric Acid elsewhere but might not get enough if an army c
~Leo~ I got off the ground and headed into the house to wait for Amelia. Time was standing still in those moments. My troubles were distant. I paced about the place, not knowing what to do. I was mad at Yuri and the Stepanovs. This would have been a better experience in our small bungalow. Somehow
I snuck out of my room and headed downstairs, but I instructed Macy to watch Amelia and serve her anything she wanted. On my way to the lounge, I saw my mother, and she asked about Amelia. I told her she was sleeping, and my mother decided she would keep an eye on her. It was understandable that s
~Susan~ When Devin told me my parents were around, I did not know how to feel about it. They had been gone for nineteen years, and a lot had happened between then and now. I honestly did not know how to feel about it or if I wanted to see them. Knowing they were part of the Stepanov cult made me s
"Suzy," I heard my father say. He was the only one that called me that, and he knew I hated it so much, but he teased me with it so much when I was a child. I looked at him, and he wiped away his tears. "I am sorry, honey. I am very sorry," He said, and I knew he had told his part because he wasn