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¬Rosie Time doesn’t react the way I thought he would. He doesn’t explode in anger, like myself and Thought must have assumed he would. Instead, he doesn’t even flinch, the only reaction we receive is the slightest furrowed brow. I want to start blurting out about how much he is lying, but I let the silence in the room consume this situation, hopefully to make Thought feel guilty about the blatant lie he is feeding his brother. “I think you should leave,” Time says softly. Despite his soft tone, I can feel the anger dwelling beneath his tone, threatening to arise the moment Thought says a word that isn’t in his favour. I can’t help but shiver, but still don’t say anything, knowing Time would never believe that I would kiss his brother. Not after everything he has shown me. “Loosen up, brother. I’m only messing with you,” Thought says casually, leaning back in his seat with a devilish grin painted across his face. “Didn’t think that was still a soft spot for you.” Thought knows w
Time 41
¬Rosie It feels good to be in my mates arms like this, after all this waiting. There’s no way Time isn’t feeling this too. As he’s pressed against me, lips still firmly against mine, I can feel the heat coming from him in waves, his scent so familiar, sparking a fire inside me that I’ve been trying to hold down ever since I suspected Time didn’t have any interest in me in that way. Now that I know he’s been holding back on my account, I suddenly want him more than ever.Like the space between our bodies, the kiss heats up, to the point where excitement bubbles up inside me, as I anticipate where this is going. Unable to stop myself, I press my hand against his chest, keeping his back against the bed, I climb on top of him. He does seem surprised, as his hands delve beneath my shirt, feeling from my hips to my waist to my ribs, where they find their tentative stop. And then he pulls away. “If this is going to happen now, I want you not here, where my brother is right next door, po
Time 42
¬Rosie He looks exactly as I remember. There’s no doubting which of my two brothers this is; we are practically identical. He’s my twin, my other half. We always used to say he was older than me, because he was so much more matured, outgoing and experienced. He had older friends, older girlfriends and was almost always better than me at everything he did. I was devastated when him and our oldest brother were killed in the accident. It was his death that hit me the most, because despite the fact that we didn’t always get along, we were the closest. And now he is standing before me, having not changed a bit. Well, I suppose that’s not completely true. He walks confidently through the glass doors, brushing the billowy curtain away with a leather gloved hand. His hair is still as black as obsidian, but there is a scarlet red streak running through the fringe of hair that reaches his eyebrows. “Harlen,” I breathe in disbelief. How is this real? I’m not sure what it more surprising, t
Time 43
¬Rosie Harlen does a good job in getting as much distance between us and Time as possible. He ushers me quickly out of the building and into a vehicle, locking my door behind him. I don’t bother fighting back, even if the closing of the car door has my blood chilling, my heart jumping into my throat. I may be in the presence of my brother, but the last thing I feel is safe. His claim to keep my safe is nothing more than an excuse.And excuse to hurt someone I love. Love. Time is sitting in the room still, surely concocting a plan of destruction to get me back, once the poison is out of his system. But if they have more technology like that, which hurts immortals, I refuse to get him involved. My brother won’t hurt me. Harlen may be unrecognisable, but he wants me alive; he thinks he is saving me. I have to get myself out of this myself, but quickly. I have no way of contacting Time, and he is going to be searching the moment he is free. Harlen and I don’t exchange any words for q
Time 44
¬Rosie Nothing. For three days. I’ve spent each passing moment wondering whether my inability to contact Thought is due to his lack of desire to save me, or because my brothers technology is far more developed than I’ve realised, and I can’t contact any immortal, at least in any conventional manner. Maybe it’s a far stretch to call out to Thought and assume he would be listening. But I had hoped. Lying on my bed, I stare at the ceiling. Over these past few days, I’ve done everything I can think of to get out of here. My door is constantly locked, there’s no windows, and I have no way of contacting anyone. Especially not Time. I can only imagine how he is dealing with this right now. Surely he is spending every waking minute trying to find me. I just hope he doesn’t. The door opens, forcing me into a sitting position. Seeing it’s Altin, I roll my eyes, and lay back down on the bed. He’s brought me my food ever since I arrived, not saying much more than that he loves me, he’s miss
Time 45
¬Rosie I waited for the entire day, and deep into the night, before I was sure Thought would arrive. With my ear pressed against the door, I listen for any sense of commotion. Usually, there’s not much going on that I can hear from the room, until someone comes up the stairs. So for hours, my head has been pressed against this door, and I have been waiting for Thought to arrive, and get me out of here. And so far, nothing has happened. Suddenly, the lock to the door clicks, making me jump back, stumbling toward my bed to appear as though I hadn’t been waiting for my escape. I expected Altin to come in, to try convince me like he had done just yesterday. Instead, Thought waltzes in. All the tension deflates from my body, as I see the immortal, dressed from head-to-toe in darkness, looking at me with that silver glint in his eyes, that smile telling all. “That was shockingly easy,” Thought murmurs, switching my light on. Clambering to my feet, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. S
Time 46
¬Rosie I pace back and forth, head in my hands. I’ve never been so frightened in my life. Facing the idea that my mate is dying, and there may be no cure for him, is terrifying. I’ve lost a lot in my life, but a mate? I can only get one, and I’ve come to love Time, more than anything. Most definitely more than my brothers, who have betrayed me, once again, after locking me up with little interest in letting me go.“So, here’s the plan,” I say, glancing over at Time as I pace, who lays on his bed, leaning against his headboard. His shoulders are slumped, body weak, as whatever poison my brothers inflicted upon him slowly, and painfully kills him. “Hmm?”“I’m going to track down my brothers, and I’m going to threaten them, and get a cure,” I tell him assuredly. My eyes are red, sore from all the crying I have done since he told me. “If there is one.”Time sighs, wincing. He’s in a lot of pain, I can tell, yet he won’t mention it, if he doesn’t have to. He knows how much this is scari
Time 47
¬Rosie It took an excruciating amount of time for Thought to find where my brothers were hiding out.With their main base having been burnt down and destroyed, their technology is limited, which allowed Thought to pinpoint their location in the mortal realm, of all places. I’m not sure what their business is being in the Desire Pack, which is another of the thirteen Packs. They must have other people involved in their movement there, as they found a rather beautiful manor to reside in. Currently we walk toward up, up a very large driveway. Time is back in the immortal realm, far too ill to even move from his bed. So in his place I have Thought, who seems eager to confront my brothers to do whatever it takes to get the antidote for his brother. To think they hated each other only a few weeks ago.Sariah walks beside me, all the colour drained from her face. For her, I hope this goes well. She deserves to have a mate, even if that mate has a death wish from messing with Time. “You s
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