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CHAPTER THIRTY
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Dragged out on the streets in handcuffs, I was convinced I was still asleep. Because why would I be arrested when I committed no crime? But with each heavy step, it felt more real than anything that happened in my life. I grew more disturbed by the fact that Alekos was in chains when I arrived the Tower. However, he was not unharmed like me. His face grew dark with bruises and bled. The same was for the rest of his body as he met my eyes with his teary ones. “What is this? What is the meaning of this?!” I demanded, trying to remove the handcuffs and check on the Satyr.“Remain still,” the officer ordered. “Uncuff me this instant!”A flurry of movement and the breath knocked out of my body. I doubled over, wide eyed and gasping at the recurring pain. I tried to breath but a wave of bile shot up to my throat. That motherfucker punched me!I whirled my head at the assailant with the intention of killing him on the spot but nothing happened, much to my frustration. This damned handcuf
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The interrogation went on for hours with the officer accusing me of crimes I never committed. When I tried explaining myself, he cut me off and I was beginning to think I might have actually done it. “I did not do it,” I relented as furious tears welled in my eyes. Murder? Me? That does not sound right. Yes, there were many I could have done it but not to people I’ve never even met before. “I didn’t do it!” I repeated once more. “Go find the actual criminal and stop accusing me of doing something I never did. Yes, I was drunk! What is wrong with that? Can’t I unwind after a tiring day? Can’t I get some happiness after you all stole it from me?! Do you think I want to be here? I am forced to be here. All of Arth is my prison. And what? I killed people? How can I suddenly decide to kill people when I haven’t killed an animal? If I hear you accuse me one more time, I will give you a reason to regret using your mouth! If I hear you defame Alekos, I will make you feel pain beyond your
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The council members were waiting when I stepped out. I hated it. I hated the sympathy in their eyes. Of course, they had heard. They heard the lash whip and my desperate cries but did nothing to help. Useless. “Phoebe,” Uncle Al stepped forward. My throat closed in grief, I could not breathe. I shook my head and took a step back. Even if he checked, they would be no scars because Father had healed them himself. Besides, it was not the first time he had done something like this. It was the first time any of them bear witness to it. When I turned to leave, I spotted Morgan and his sister, Ace watching me with horrified expression. I tucked my sorrow away and smiled. “Come on. You need to make me breakfast.” I grabbed on to Morgan’s arm and pulled him with me. Every step felt like a punch to my gut. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. The condensing stares of other witches did not help either. Every word was contempt and every look, hate. I was positive I was going to break down
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I woke up suddenly, every thought in high definition. Though my eyes were open, I can’t think of why; my heart was pounding. It’s as if a hypodermic of adrenaline had been emptied into my carotid. I strained into the utter darkness, breathing rate beginning to steady. The noises outside are of terror and roars unlike how it should be on a night in Arth. A glance at the window showed flames licking up the air as if to catch something else on fire. “Phoebe.”My heart rate spiked again at the whisper. “Who is there?” I whispered back. “It’s me, Uncle Al.” I felt his strong, familiar arms engulf me in a tight hug. “Thank the gods. It worked. You’re awake.” “What is happening?”“There is not much time. Put on this cloak,” he raised a black cloak and pushed them into my hands. “Everything you would ever need are in the inside pockets. Hurry.”I climbed out of bed and slipped it on. Everything that happened in the past week slowly became clear. Grief and guilt became my companions once
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“Who are you?” He asked as soon as we landed on Earth. We were in an empty stadium. The lights were still on and the only other sound aside from his voice was that engine of cars outside. “None of your business. This is where we go separate.” He waved his hand in the air to grab me. I smacked his head with a hand. “Be grateful I am not killing you.”I walked away, drawing my cloak closer to my body. Once I found the exit, I began to my trek down the busy street. But I could not help but wonder where I was. The answer presented itself with a billboard; Ikitelli district, Istanbul, Turkey. That’s pretty far from home. I sat on a public bench and dug into the pocket of the cloak for the things Uncle Al kept in. I brought out a smartphone, a visa, handful of cash and a MasterCard. First, I need change these dollars to the Turkey currency and then a place to sleep tonight. But the banks would be closed. An hotel perhaps?How can I use a hotel if I can’ttake off the cloak? This is h
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I turned around to peek at him from my seat. He needed to fold like an accordion on the airplane seat. Much like his brother, he had grown the type of face that would you stop in your tracks. I guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in the person’s neutral expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile then a blush. I continued to stare longer than I intended. Feeling self conscious that I had joined the group of men and women staring, I turned around and drew my cloak closer. Why was he on the plane to Finland though? Splaying my hand on my chest, I wondered if he could sense my presence. Of course not. How could he? The cloak is protecting me. But the reassuring words could not calm me down. I checked him out one last time and found him staring out the window by his side. I should not worry about it. Once the plane lands, I will dash out of here as soon as possible. I closed my eyes and hoped the flight would o
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Not much later, I found myself in the penthouse suite sitting across from Connor and gripping my bag, preparing to run away at the slightest opportunity. I could not meet his eyes. Afraid if I did, I might crumble my last shed of pride. I drew my hood over my head, wondering if I disappeared or if that disappearing act only worked on Arth. “You.”I sank deeper in the chair as he spoke. It felt like a knife was dragging over my mind. “If you’re going to kill, just do it already,” I muttered and quietly added 'please'.I refused to look up, tucking my feet when I heard some movement. “What happened to you?”I looked up at his question, startled by how soft he said them. Clenching my hands, I looked at everything but him. “What do you mean?”“How long have you been living in hiding?”“For a while.” Why is asking all that? What does he want to know?“You should have tried harder. I did think it was weird someone would wear cloak on a sunny day.” “Stop all these questions and do it al
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Morning came with me in the bathroom, washing my face. There was a surprising brightness to my face as I had slept well for the first time in a long while. Using the comb on the bathroom sink, I brushed my hair, taking out the tangles. Once I was done, I sniffed my underarms and winced at the pungent odor. I spotted his deodorant and contemplated using it. Shaking the thought away, I used water to clean myself up. I stepped out of the bathroom, wiping my hands on the cloak and discovered Connor going through my things. “What are you doing?” “How long has this chicken been in your bag?” He asked. “That’s none of your business.” I hurried over and snatched the bag away. “Leave my bag alone.”“The smell is disturbing. Come out for breakfast.”“Aren’t you supposed to be starving your hostage?”“I’m not a witch,” he argued then stepped out. I checked the chicken and took a bite. I spat it into the bin immediately. It had a weird taste and my bag smelled like fried chicken. The smell o
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