All Chapters of The Clandestine Saga: Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

Sam’s legs ached, especially his right one, which had been shattered in the airplane crash nearly a year ago. There had been no operations, no surgeries, hardly even any medication, and now, all these months later, lying on a paper thin prison mattress, the pain still kept him up most nights. Of course, there were other parts of his aging body that also ached and groaned all night long, but having his leg broken into a dozen pieces and leaving it up to his body to somehow put the jigsaw pieces back together again was bound to leave some fragments and shards that would not be soothed on this dirty, old, half-stuffed, bug infested mat.Across the cell, his roommate was snoring. Yet another reason why Sam could never sleep. This was a new kid. The last one had been paroled or some shit, something that made no sense to Sam considering all of the things that leatherneck had confessed to. But Sam didn’t even bother to tell anyone what he’d done; most of them were

As Cadence headed for the elevator, she didn’t look back, didn’t allow the tears searing into her eyeballs to fall. Whatever was going on with him, she needed to remember that he needed help—right now, all she wanted to do was tear his head off.It wasn’t quite dawn yet when she headed into the one place where she thought she might find someone awake who could help her. Unfortunately, when she got to Jamie’s office, he wasn’t there, and the door was locked. She imagined he might be with Ashley. Their relationship had really taken off recently, and while she was incredibly happy for her friend, she needed his council more than ever. Frustrated, she banged her head against the wall next to his door, and once again not knowing her strength, she actually created a small crater in the drywall.“You know, until you can control that a little better, you might want to take it easy on the facilities.”Christian. He was head

Jamie took a deep breath, like he didn’t want to suggest anything about Cass to her, but he continued his thought with her probing. “I was wondering… if you were to cut Cassidy—nothing too serious, but just a little cut—if it would heal quickly by itself. That’s all.”“You mean me because I’m a Hunter?”“Yeah. But we don’t have to do that. I was thinking that might give us more data on whether or not a Hunter can harm her. But anyway, that’s not why you’re here. What’s up?”It was Cadence’s turn to take a deep breath now. As much as she had been going over everything in her head the last eight hours or so, it was difficult to think about saying it out loud. Jamie was staring at her in anticipation, however, so she finally said, “I’m worried about Aaron. Really worried about him. Worse than before worried about him.”Jamie nodded, as if

“How’s it going?” Cadence inquired, no longer ready to push up out of his chair.“It is going. It is going,” Elliott replied, tossing his jacket on the back of the recliner, the breeze brushing Cadence’s hair up off of her shoulders. “You will never guess who I ran into downstairs.”Cadence knew by his happy demeanor he must not have any idea about Sam, and she supposed she’d have to tell him, but there was no reason to spoil it yet. “Who?”“Your beloved. And… it was weird, but he was back to his old self for a few moments. It was… strange.”He was headed into the kitchen, so Cadence followed him, her eyes narrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” The idea that Aaron could be himself again, even for a few minutes, was almost unfathomable. The closest she’d seen to it in weeks had been before and after her procedure, and it hadn’t lasted, ob

“Here we are,” Hines said, bringing Asteria back to the moment. They were at the top of a long staircase, hidden by a turn in the stone wall. She followed him down, glad to hear the whimpers and cries of those they sought out. Nelo and Venette were known for their ability to keep reserva de sange, something Asteria rarely bothered with. It was easy enough for her to send someone else out to get a fresh victim for her if she grew thirsty. But having these vessels on hand at all times was attractive, and she decided she’d look in to that once she made it back to Melbourne.An older man with stooped shoulders, along with a woman who appeared to be in her mid-to-late twenties with jet black hair were standing in one of the many prison cells quietly giving instruction to the two new recruits. She could tell them from the others because they were still dressed as prisoners. “You didn’t bother to get them any less conspicuous clothing?” A