Before the Sheriff left Asco, he handed us a slip of paper with a single cryptic location scribbled across it: “Fulong Temple.” That was it: no further details, no explanation, just a temple name. I stood there staring at the words, wondering what he could possibly mean. Why would he send us to a temple of all places—was Gang a monk? The whole thing seemed like a riddle we didn’t have time to solve.Luke handed us the keys to a sturdy-looking vehicle along with a driver who, he said, would take us "to China." The idea was foolish; there was no way we were getting there by road! I turned to Luke, skepticism visible in my gaze, and demanded answers. “Where exactly are you sending us, Luke? Don’t even think about lying.” My voice was calm, but each word held a quiet threat. “I know we’re being watched, constantly. Just admit it.”His response caught me off guard. He straightened, and his face changed—no humor, no fakeness. His eyes flicked around the room as if sensing eyes and ears hid
Before the Sheriff left Asco, he handed us a slip of paper with a single cryptic location scribbled across it: “Fulong Temple.” That was it: no further details, no explanation, just a temple name. I stood there staring at the words, wondering what he could possibly mean. Why would he send us to a temple of all places—was Gang a monk? The whole thing seemed like a riddle we didn’t have time to solve.Luke handed us the keys to a sturdy-looking vehicle along with a driver who, he said, would take us "to China." The idea was foolish; there was no way we were getting there by road! I turned to Luke, skepticism visible in my gaze, and demanded answers. “Where exactly are you sending us, Luke? Don’t even think about lying.” My voice was calm, but each word held a quiet threat. “I know we’re being watched, constantly. Just admit it.”His response caught me off guard. He straightened, and his face changed—no humor, no fakeness. His eyes flicked around the room as if sensing eyes and ears hid
He raised a finger, pointing at her with deadly calm. “If you ever lay a finger on her again…” He let his hand drop slowly, the threat lingering in the air. “You will regret it.” His voice was low, but the danger behind it was unmistakable.Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving Victoria behind in her misery. A scream tore from her throat, echoing through the halls as she hurled whatever she could get her hands on. I could hear the sharp crashes of objects shattering, each sound piercing through my already fragile state. And with each crash, my guilt deepened. I was beginning to hate myself.Evening came, casting long shadows over Lucian’s office as we gathered around the table for dinner. The air between us was thick, the tension from earlier still hanging like a storm cloud waiting to burst. No one spoke of what had happened; it was as if the room was suffocating under the weight of our unspoken emotions.Lucian, however, broke the
"I can’t be the only one feeling this," he whispered, his voice low and full of meaning, sending a tremor down my spine.I forced myself to look away, my eyes falling to the floor as I mumbled, "I don’t know what you’re talking about." My voice came out unsteady, and I made an attempt to pry his hand from my wrist, but instead, he tightened his grip and pulled me closer. A smile, faint but unmistakable, played at the corner of his lips, and it did something to me, something that stirred the chaos I was trying so hard to contain.His breath was warm against my skin, his eyes intense, practically burning through me. I fought to maintain my composure, but it was slipping. He reached out, brushing his fingertips across my cheek, and it took everything I had not to tremble beneath his touch. "You’re forgetting," he murmured, his voice husky and close, "I can hear people’s thoughts."I stilled, my pulse quickening in response to his words. He leaned in even closer, his lips barely grazing m
But the light mood quickly shifted as his expression grew more serious, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Now, down to business." He glanced between us with curiosity and a hint of calculation. "How exactly are you planning to help us?""We’re going to help you catch the witch," I replied with confidence, feeling the weight of the moment settling over me. "But first, I need to see my friend, Luna Redwood." My voice carried an urgency that I couldn’t suppress.Lucian’s smile vanished for the first time, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. "I’m afraid..." He paused, his gaze flickering between me and my friends, as though weighing how much to reveal. "She escaped."The words hit me like a punch to the gut. "What?" I breathed, my heart suddenly racing. "Luna is one of my most powerful soldiers," Lucian continued, his voice calm but laced with regret. "It was only a matter of time before she found a way out. Captivity was never going to hold her for long."His words sent a chill creep
I met her gaze, trying to remain calm, my lips curving into a weak smile in a weak attempt to diffuse the tension. But the gesture fell flat, dissolving in the air between us. Nothing was going to ease this. I could feel the weight of her emotions pressing down on me, suffocating, as her anger pulsed in the space between us.“You go on ahead,” I murmured to Dominic, nodding toward the building where the Sheriff had already entered. “I’ll catch up.” He hesitated for a moment, his hand lingering in mine, but he eventually nodded, releasing me before heading inside to follow the Sheriff.The moment they were out of sight, I turned to Victoria, taking a cautious step toward her. “Victoria, what happ—” My words never had a chance to finish. Before I could even say it, her hand shot out, striking my cheek with a sharp slap that echoed in the still air. The sting of it jolted my entire being, not just physically but emotionally. Shocked, my hand flew to my cheek as my eyes widened in disbeli