"Jackson?" I said,"Yes, sir?""you do realize what this means?""I do, sire. It means our own people have turned against us."~~~While Jackson tried to get to the bottom of things, using his own means, I was determined to use mine. Since all of this seemed like it was done by someone who knew the
PARIS'S POV"Every time I think your behavior can't get any worse, every time I believe that you might become a better version of yourself, you make me realize how wrong I am. You give me a reason to question my sanity. What sort of a person are you?""the kind of person you've refused to be. Wise.
EMBER's POV"took you long enough," Jean whispered at the sound of his name. I'm sure he had been sleeping because his eyes were closed. But then again, Jean was the most alert person I had ever met.He slowly let go of me, because he had his arms wrapped around me. But instead of letting myself be
EMBER'S POVAs the end of my project for youths came, I met it with a bittersweet sense of emotions. On one hand, I was grateful for as many lives I had been able to touch, but on the other hand, I constantly found myself dealing with memories of the time Paris attended meetings with us. I found mys
I simply smiled and shook my head."Good evening everyone. Thank you for gracing us today with your presence. There isn't anything I'll say, that Ms. Ember hasn't said. However, I must press on the fact that this reform project isn't one that will excuse bad behavior or conduct. Punishable acts will
PARIS's POV"A conversation with me?" Jean asked, looking somewhat bemused"Considering the fact that we don't like each other so much, I choose to believe this one could be important." he slowly rose, "alright then.""Excuse me for a moment?" he said, turning to Ember and she nodded"you go right a
I had reason to believe that too, and that was why I didn't argue with him."If you were to ask me, I'd stop looking for him.""And why is that?""because something tells me that you might actually be looking for a dead man."EMBER'S POVIt was nearing the end of the banquet and Jean had been gone w
EMBER'S POV"Well, a man must hold on to hope, that perhaps the woman of his dreams would finally give in to home." those words should have been charming, romantic even. But something about them made me angry.Was I truly the woman of his dreams and I was, how many times had I showered him with noth