“Nonsense!”I think your reaction to a request is nonsense. Fighting back an exasperated sigh, I gave Hampton a sweet smile. “Look at it this way. You’re saving an entire specie from extinction.”“I genuinely thought you had something reasonable to discuss when you demanded my presence. Wait till your father hears of this,” he spat. To think I would be turned away after talking to the head of the Grey district infuriated me. What did he want? Me pleading or groveling at his feet? The Grey district supervised and maintained the law and jurisdiction in Arth. Why could he not withdraw that system?Palms balled to fist, I threw on a serious expression. Just wait. With his very own mouth will he cancel that system. But what can I do to make him break to my will?Without another word, I rose from the seat in his office and stormed out, making sure to slam the door on my way out. My body itched to do something drastic. Curse words were at the tip of my tongue. I felt ready to burst. My le
“You told me to make myself useful and I am. When I asked him for help, he insulted me!”I tried to defend myself after he made me follow him into his office. But I don’t know which was scarier; the fact he is not yelling at me or the fact he might actually be listening to me. My heart thumped hard against my ribs as I struggled to explain. “Tell me, what was it you wanted to discuss with him?”I began to explain the Satyr Transport System and the unfair treatment of the satyrs. “They have passed forward their complaints through the ordered process and nothing is being done. No investigation took place regarding what or who is killing the satyrs. It doesn’t make any sense. Who would kill satyrs and for transporting Freeborns from Earth to Arth? Only a dozen satyrs are alive and still working the system. What’s not to say they won’t turn against the witches and side with the werewolves?”His eyes darkened at the last statement. He leaned forward in his seat, rubbing his chin. “Also,
“Water?” A smile teasing my lips, I turned my head and nodded at Commander Turner. Taking the bottle of water from his hand, I said, “Thanks.”Settling in the chair across from me, he commented, “I hear you've been causing trouble.”“As per usual.”He chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Seriously though, you’ve made big enemies. Those who would gladly do away with you.”“I’d like to see them try. What’s up with you?”“The usual. Keeping the security tight can be a bit frustrating, especially when some witches are disbelieving the dangers we have warned about.”“It must be tiring. Why don’t you rest a while?”“I will be taking the weekend off. Speaking of which, are you free?”“This weekend? I believe so. Why?”“I got tickets to a basketball match.”Eyes wide, I gasped. “You’re joking!”Shaking his head, he revealed the pink tickets and waved it in my face. “I’m not.”Getting excited, the thought of my father’s firm disapproval slipped in my mind. “I don’t think I can go. My father b
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
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
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
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
“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