FAZER LOGINKAI'S POINT OF VIEWA few minutes later, she returns with a bright, hopeful smile. “He’s on his way with some help. Everything will be okay.”“Let’s get her to the hospital.” I took a step, holding the still unconscious Aurora in my arms, but before I could move, two things happened. A nurse stepped forward, his voice shaky and timid.“Y-you cannot leave...”“And who the hell is going to stop us?” Everleigh speaks before I could, probably because I was just about to tear through the bastard.“There was the sound of a gunshot, ma’am. Someone is clearly dead in there, and another person walks out, apparently fine, with another unconscious person in his arms. That can only mean one thing: he shot and killed the other person. The police are on their way….we will have to start an investigation so the murderer gets his punishment.”The second thing that happened was Everleigh screeched, her eyes wide with fear and panic. “Kai! Look at her arm.” I looked down immediately, my heart stopping a
KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.Her body barely makes it to the floor before I’m on the one girl that has my soul in her grip. I fall to my knees, a pained, jagged sob tearing through my throat as I reach for her. “Aurora!” I cried out, shaking her vigorously. My heart remains in my throat, tears I haven’t shed since I thought she’d died years ago now flowing freely.“Please….my love, please wake up.” I was ready to do anything. As long as she would wake up, but no matter how hard or how long I shook her, she didn’t even stir. Her body remains lifeless in my arms, the peeks of the bite of the needle in different spots around both of her arms. I looked at the lifeless body of the caricature that was my mother, my first monster in life.And I felt a surge of rage, helplessness, and terror. Did she steal yet another thing from me? Life without Aurora…. I’ve gone down that lonely, bleak road; I never want to do it again. The silence in the room felt like a physical weight as I lifted Aurora’s limp b
KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.I didn't wait for the receptionist to find her phone or call for help. Everyone panicked around me, as I did, but mine was internal. The memory of what I endured in that shed, of her laughter, of her shoes dipped in blood every time she stepped out….it haunted me all over again.My back muscles groaned with pain, but I knew there was no time to waste. I didn’t wait for the police to be informed, even though I heard the nurse and a bunch of janitors calling 911. The air in the hallway was already thickening with the invisible presence of the woman who had haunted my every waking breath since I’d been born."Everleigh, get back!" I yelled, but she was already a heap on the floor, gasping for air as the realization of her mistake, of our mistake, crushed her. It was our fault. We let her go in there….I should have trusted my intuition not to let her go, not to let her search for these memories. We had enough evidence to get Armando convicted with a life sentence with
KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.Everleigh stared at me, her eyes wide and full of horror. She slapped a palm to her mouth, visibly trembling as she stared at the door for a second before turning to me again, her voice shaken and terrified. She’d heard the tremor in my voice when I said the word ‘her’….she knew there was one person who brought that reaction out of me."Kai, what are you saying? Marloise is dead!" Everleigh’s voice went thin, a frantic edge cutting through her forced composure. She rushed toward me, her heels clicking like frantic heartbeats on the hardwood before she kicked them off without regard, her skin cold against my suddenly heated one.I could smell it…the stench of myself from years ago. The blood, the piss, the shit…Everything I had to suffer because Marloise wanted to save Tony, a stuffed teddy bear, from the very fire she threw him into right in front of me.She’s forced me to step into the flames to save the bear. I did, my seven-year-old self terrified, but not left
KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.“Kai, sit down. You keep pacing.”I turned to Everleigh. She was sitting on the edge of the royal blue armchair in the waiting room, her hands folded neatly in her lap with composure, but I could see the slight tremor in her fingers, the unease in her eyes, and the tremble of her lips. She was trying to be the hardened, elegant black widow everyone had dubbed her to be for me, trying to be the anchor for me while her daughter, my Aurora, was behind those soundproof doors."It’s been forty-five minutes, Everleigh," I growled, my voice sounding like gravel under a boot. I checked my watch again. The seconds felt like drops of lead moving much slower every time I looked. Not even waiting longer before I looked helped. "The block or release of her memories shouldn't take this long to break. I don't like the silence or the way this is being handled. I studied hypnosis and how to break it last night, Everleigh….it’s supposed to take at least ten minutes.""You truly do
BLOOD BANK.AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.I gulped, the action tough, and straining on my throat muscles as she pranced about. She took off the white coat, revealing bony, thin arms with long, red gashes around them. Gashes, she keeps scratching angrily. “I was so close….so close. I would have had it all. I would have saved Tony….my little Tony. If not for you!” She glared at me again.“W-what did you really give me, Marloise?” I asked, fear, mixed with dread, crawling up my spine in low trickles. A sheen of sweat covered my skin, and the once cool room suddenly became raging hot.Marloise stopped her frantic pacing, her head cocked at an unnatural angle. The Misha mask was entirely gone, replaced by the twitching, skeletal remains of a woman driven mad by her own pseudo-science.“What did I give you?” she whispered, a crazed, haunted giggle escaping her throat. She clapped like a child, jumping up and down and about, the shreds of hair still and stiff like they had no life. She leaned down
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.The air leaves my lungs as I exhale violently. Her words leave me hollow, as I stand shocked and trembling in Lucien’s hold. It wasn’t real?She was acting all along?“I don’t believe you,” I whisper.What if this is a manipulation tactic from her and Lucien? What if they w
SERAPHINA’S POINT OF VIEW.The rainstorm hit the windows of the library harshly, making it rattle as I stood impatiently against the door. I had just finished a round of tutoring with Theo, and all I wanted to do was go home and be far from him for some time. Anytime he was around, my heart did som
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.The thought of Ace’s car from outside had me clutching my purse tighter, as my skin grew flushed with nerves. Tonight, I intended on making Lucien bleed, or burn, or both. And this dress was the perfect way to do it.Taking a few deep breaths, I muttered words of encourageme
SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.My breath hitches in my throat as I watch Lucien and Ace stare each other down. The air suddenly feels still, their aura suffocating me, and I’m sure everyone else in here. My fingers dig into my palm as I bite my lower lip. All of a sudden, the presence of someone else has







