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~Rosie We didn’t stay in one place for very long. Almost as soon as I witness Time killing Jasper, everything around us began to shift and change once again. I grip him, unsure of whether I’m grateful to get away from that, or irritated that I didn’t get to know more of the story, and Time’s motive. I know why he did it, but I can’t just accept it as that. Did he really send Jasper on a mission just for me? I don’t want to believe it. My feet hit the ground with a jarring jolt. Time keeps me standing, as I regain focus on the new world that forms around me. My hand reaches out and I’m touching the rough bark of the tree. We are hiding, again, I realise. This time, we are starting at a scene that takes my mind a few moments to wrap around. It’s Alpha Faye, of the Independence Pack, standing in front of a figure I have never seen before. He has dark curly hair and...golden eyes. Is that Time in a different body?They stand by a cliff's edge, the man who I’ve determined must be time
Time 38
~Rosie I don’t remember much about my death. Being mortal, it’s a lot of what you think about. Your death. I remember being in a dark depression, that my life had fallen into a pit of inescapable sadness. Since becoming immortal, I’ve never considered death, or dying. Maybe it’s because I’ve had Time with me and my every step, and there is no way he would let me die as his mate. But as a mortal I was scared of death. Mainly because I didn’t think there would be a life after death, and that I would just cease to exist. Little did I know there would be an entire realm dedicated to immortals. I thought it was all myth. I even suspected Time to be a myth, because a creature like him seemed so unlikely to my simple mind back then. My brothers got into an accident two weeks before I died. I was devastated, and I still am. I’m desperate to find them, but until Time is done running from Sinful and finds a way to face him, I’m not going to see them. But I can’t think of that now. My life
Time 39
¬Rosie Three months later. “I thought we could do something today.”Resting my head back against the shower wall, I listen to Time’s persistent talking beyond the door. Eyeing where a lock should be, I turn the shower off, reaching for a towel to wrap around my body. I’m not anxious Time will walk in and see me naked...well, maybe I am slightly. He’s never seen me indecent, and I’m not about to let him after how things have been recently. It’s not that I’m still holding a grudge against him; I’m actually quite happy as an immortal now. But things have been awkward between us, and completely platonic. He hasn’t even kissed me, since I demanded he hunt down my brothers and bring them to me. So far, he hasn’t succeeded. Not for a lack of trying, though, which I appreciate. He’s been out almost everyday, trying to find my brothers who are proving to be very hard to find, all while concealing ourselves from Sinful. We are officially back in current time, and he’s a real threat. “Like
Time 40
¬Rosie Time doesn’t react the way I thought he would. He doesn’t explode in anger, like myself and Thought must have assumed he would. Instead, he doesn’t even flinch, the only reaction we receive is the slightest furrowed brow. I want to start blurting out about how much he is lying, but I let the silence in the room consume this situation, hopefully to make Thought feel guilty about the blatant lie he is feeding his brother. “I think you should leave,” Time says softly. Despite his soft tone, I can feel the anger dwelling beneath his tone, threatening to arise the moment Thought says a word that isn’t in his favour. I can’t help but shiver, but still don’t say anything, knowing Time would never believe that I would kiss his brother. Not after everything he has shown me. “Loosen up, brother. I’m only messing with you,” Thought says casually, leaning back in his seat with a devilish grin painted across his face. “Didn’t think that was still a soft spot for you.” Thought knows w
Time 41
¬Rosie It feels good to be in my mates arms like this, after all this waiting. There’s no way Time isn’t feeling this too. As he’s pressed against me, lips still firmly against mine, I can feel the heat coming from him in waves, his scent so familiar, sparking a fire inside me that I’ve been trying to hold down ever since I suspected Time didn’t have any interest in me in that way. Now that I know he’s been holding back on my account, I suddenly want him more than ever.Like the space between our bodies, the kiss heats up, to the point where excitement bubbles up inside me, as I anticipate where this is going. Unable to stop myself, I press my hand against his chest, keeping his back against the bed, I climb on top of him. He does seem surprised, as his hands delve beneath my shirt, feeling from my hips to my waist to my ribs, where they find their tentative stop. And then he pulls away. “If this is going to happen now, I want you not here, where my brother is right next door, po
Time 42
¬Rosie He looks exactly as I remember. There’s no doubting which of my two brothers this is; we are practically identical. He’s my twin, my other half. We always used to say he was older than me, because he was so much more matured, outgoing and experienced. He had older friends, older girlfriends and was almost always better than me at everything he did. I was devastated when him and our oldest brother were killed in the accident. It was his death that hit me the most, because despite the fact that we didn’t always get along, we were the closest. And now he is standing before me, having not changed a bit. Well, I suppose that’s not completely true. He walks confidently through the glass doors, brushing the billowy curtain away with a leather gloved hand. His hair is still as black as obsidian, but there is a scarlet red streak running through the fringe of hair that reaches his eyebrows. “Harlen,” I breathe in disbelief. How is this real? I’m not sure what it more surprising, t
Time 43
¬Rosie Harlen does a good job in getting as much distance between us and Time as possible. He ushers me quickly out of the building and into a vehicle, locking my door behind him. I don’t bother fighting back, even if the closing of the car door has my blood chilling, my heart jumping into my throat. I may be in the presence of my brother, but the last thing I feel is safe. His claim to keep my safe is nothing more than an excuse.And excuse to hurt someone I love. Love. Time is sitting in the room still, surely concocting a plan of destruction to get me back, once the poison is out of his system. But if they have more technology like that, which hurts immortals, I refuse to get him involved. My brother won’t hurt me. Harlen may be unrecognisable, but he wants me alive; he thinks he is saving me. I have to get myself out of this myself, but quickly. I have no way of contacting Time, and he is going to be searching the moment he is free. Harlen and I don’t exchange any words for q
Time 44
¬Rosie Nothing. For three days. I’ve spent each passing moment wondering whether my inability to contact Thought is due to his lack of desire to save me, or because my brothers technology is far more developed than I’ve realised, and I can’t contact any immortal, at least in any conventional manner. Maybe it’s a far stretch to call out to Thought and assume he would be listening. But I had hoped. Lying on my bed, I stare at the ceiling. Over these past few days, I’ve done everything I can think of to get out of here. My door is constantly locked, there’s no windows, and I have no way of contacting anyone. Especially not Time. I can only imagine how he is dealing with this right now. Surely he is spending every waking minute trying to find me. I just hope he doesn’t. The door opens, forcing me into a sitting position. Seeing it’s Altin, I roll my eyes, and lay back down on the bed. He’s brought me my food ever since I arrived, not saying much more than that he loves me, he’s miss
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Time Epilogue
¬Rosie Six Months Later. Resting my hand against the force of the wind, I battle through thick ploughs of snow, a few logs of cut wood tucked under my arms. Time and I have been staying at a cabin of his in a nearby territory for the past few weeks, enjoying a change of environment, even if it means unsavoury weather at the best of times. Right now a blizzard is rolling in, so while Time makes dinner inside, I’ve dashed outside to get enough wood to get us through the night. As the sun sets, I cross what would be our backyard that is buried beneath a thick layer of fluffy white snow, the ice melting into my pants as I struggle back. Even as the wind picks up, I take a moment to admire the sun setting over the tops of the distant mountains, staining the white canvas with hues of tangerine and violet. Moving here was important for us, I believe. We needed time away from people, from the life we were living. Here, we have been able to focus purely on us. Suddenly my leg gives out b
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¬Rosie It didn’t take us long to track down Jasper.The day after we spoke to Death, Time discovered from other immortals that Jasper was in his original home in the Devotion Pack. Considering he has been brought back to life, I wouldn’t have thought he would want to go back to his old life. However, Time quickly informed me that he has children, even if they are living their own, separate lives now, and that the Devotion Pack has always been his home. So we are here, standing at the edge of his estate looking in. We have no idea how he is going to react to us. He could be explosively angry, or not be bothered at all. It’s frightening to think about, but I know Time wouldn’t let anything happen to me, if it did get to that. “This is it. He should be here,” Time says slowly, making no move toward the manor. I can’t blame him for being reluctant. It’s not easy to apologise to someone, especially when so much has happened between them. Jasper’s house isn’t exactly decrepit, but it’s
Time 48
¬Rosie Knocking on the doorframe, I peer into our room, where Time lays back against the headboard of our bed.The moment we returned, I fed Time the cure, which has thankfully set in, colour slowly returning to his cheeks. I’ve let him rest for awhile, but I’ve been unable to keep myself away, still coming down from the fright of potentially losing my mate. Had our plan with Sariah not have worked, I’m not sure what i would have done. “I’m so happy you’re okay. You have no idea,” I say softly, moving into the room and toward the bed. Time adjusts himself, giving me a weak smile that tugs painfully at my heart. He shouldn’t have had to go through that. “You didn’t have to do that,” he comments, voice hoarse. His golden eyes are still dull, hair mussed and messy. “Hunt down your brother like that.”I tilt my head. Of course I did. “I think more than one person got a happy ending from finding this cure,” I tell him assuredly. Sariah stayed behind with him, which I didn’t question. W
Time 47
¬Rosie It took an excruciating amount of time for Thought to find where my brothers were hiding out.With their main base having been burnt down and destroyed, their technology is limited, which allowed Thought to pinpoint their location in the mortal realm, of all places. I’m not sure what their business is being in the Desire Pack, which is another of the thirteen Packs. They must have other people involved in their movement there, as they found a rather beautiful manor to reside in. Currently we walk toward up, up a very large driveway. Time is back in the immortal realm, far too ill to even move from his bed. So in his place I have Thought, who seems eager to confront my brothers to do whatever it takes to get the antidote for his brother. To think they hated each other only a few weeks ago.Sariah walks beside me, all the colour drained from her face. For her, I hope this goes well. She deserves to have a mate, even if that mate has a death wish from messing with Time. “You s
Time 46
¬Rosie I pace back and forth, head in my hands. I’ve never been so frightened in my life. Facing the idea that my mate is dying, and there may be no cure for him, is terrifying. I’ve lost a lot in my life, but a mate? I can only get one, and I’ve come to love Time, more than anything. Most definitely more than my brothers, who have betrayed me, once again, after locking me up with little interest in letting me go.“So, here’s the plan,” I say, glancing over at Time as I pace, who lays on his bed, leaning against his headboard. His shoulders are slumped, body weak, as whatever poison my brothers inflicted upon him slowly, and painfully kills him. “Hmm?”“I’m going to track down my brothers, and I’m going to threaten them, and get a cure,” I tell him assuredly. My eyes are red, sore from all the crying I have done since he told me. “If there is one.”Time sighs, wincing. He’s in a lot of pain, I can tell, yet he won’t mention it, if he doesn’t have to. He knows how much this is scari
Time 45
¬Rosie I waited for the entire day, and deep into the night, before I was sure Thought would arrive. With my ear pressed against the door, I listen for any sense of commotion. Usually, there’s not much going on that I can hear from the room, until someone comes up the stairs. So for hours, my head has been pressed against this door, and I have been waiting for Thought to arrive, and get me out of here. And so far, nothing has happened. Suddenly, the lock to the door clicks, making me jump back, stumbling toward my bed to appear as though I hadn’t been waiting for my escape. I expected Altin to come in, to try convince me like he had done just yesterday. Instead, Thought waltzes in. All the tension deflates from my body, as I see the immortal, dressed from head-to-toe in darkness, looking at me with that silver glint in his eyes, that smile telling all. “That was shockingly easy,” Thought murmurs, switching my light on. Clambering to my feet, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. S
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¬Rosie Nothing. For three days. I’ve spent each passing moment wondering whether my inability to contact Thought is due to his lack of desire to save me, or because my brothers technology is far more developed than I’ve realised, and I can’t contact any immortal, at least in any conventional manner. Maybe it’s a far stretch to call out to Thought and assume he would be listening. But I had hoped. Lying on my bed, I stare at the ceiling. Over these past few days, I’ve done everything I can think of to get out of here. My door is constantly locked, there’s no windows, and I have no way of contacting anyone. Especially not Time. I can only imagine how he is dealing with this right now. Surely he is spending every waking minute trying to find me. I just hope he doesn’t. The door opens, forcing me into a sitting position. Seeing it’s Altin, I roll my eyes, and lay back down on the bed. He’s brought me my food ever since I arrived, not saying much more than that he loves me, he’s miss
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¬Rosie Harlen does a good job in getting as much distance between us and Time as possible. He ushers me quickly out of the building and into a vehicle, locking my door behind him. I don’t bother fighting back, even if the closing of the car door has my blood chilling, my heart jumping into my throat. I may be in the presence of my brother, but the last thing I feel is safe. His claim to keep my safe is nothing more than an excuse.And excuse to hurt someone I love. Love. Time is sitting in the room still, surely concocting a plan of destruction to get me back, once the poison is out of his system. But if they have more technology like that, which hurts immortals, I refuse to get him involved. My brother won’t hurt me. Harlen may be unrecognisable, but he wants me alive; he thinks he is saving me. I have to get myself out of this myself, but quickly. I have no way of contacting Time, and he is going to be searching the moment he is free. Harlen and I don’t exchange any words for q
Time 42
¬Rosie He looks exactly as I remember. There’s no doubting which of my two brothers this is; we are practically identical. He’s my twin, my other half. We always used to say he was older than me, because he was so much more matured, outgoing and experienced. He had older friends, older girlfriends and was almost always better than me at everything he did. I was devastated when him and our oldest brother were killed in the accident. It was his death that hit me the most, because despite the fact that we didn’t always get along, we were the closest. And now he is standing before me, having not changed a bit. Well, I suppose that’s not completely true. He walks confidently through the glass doors, brushing the billowy curtain away with a leather gloved hand. His hair is still as black as obsidian, but there is a scarlet red streak running through the fringe of hair that reaches his eyebrows. “Harlen,” I breathe in disbelief. How is this real? I’m not sure what it more surprising, t
