Emma Grey   “What should we start first? Oh, I know. What about that insolent boy?”   Nathan.   My hand twitched to a fist. All those times, regret piling in my chest, roughly shredded my heart into nothingness.   I shouldn't have left home.   I should have trusted Eva.   I should never escape.   And most importantly, I shouldn't have gotten him involved.   This was too much. To think that even Elena was involved in her scheme.    All tha

Emma Grey   “He's here again.”   My nails clenched onto my skin, hugging my knees tighter to my chest as Eva cautiously mumbled. Uneasiness filled the room, pressuring the air clouding the entire house.   It had been two days since Eva had sensed Sir Joshue in the house. Though, he never once stepped near the stairs. Behavior similar to a predator toying with its prey, having us wary on our toes.   The grunt coming from the bed had me instantly on my feet as I went closer to it. Emile’s eyes fluttered open, sweat glistening on his skin displaying how weak he was. I reached out for the almost dried cloth on his forehead to dipped it in the bowl of water.   I placed my palm on his

Emma Grey   I frantically scurried by his side, shaking his body lightly. “E– Emile. Hey, Emile.” I called for him.   Why isn't he moving?   Eva was hollering his name, but I couldn't hear it. It was all muffled. Blurred.    My eyes focused on him, motionless under my touch.   “Emile…” I croaked out, calling out for him again.   And yet, he never replied.   “What have you done!” I snapped my head towards him, voice hoarse as I snarled in his direction.    My hand hovers on his injuries, tremb

Emma Grey   It took a good minute for my eyes to adjust itself to the poorly dim room. The throbbing in my skull didn’t help one bit in making me feel better.    I don't think I would have woken up just yet if not for the bantering whispers that gradually increased in its tone second by second.   Who even was it?   I was about to groan, shifting my body so that my back hitted the bed, only for a very low shush to freeze me in my spot.    I locked my eyes to the door facing me. Still laying on my side as I tried to decipher who it was.   It was… Emile? What was he doing here in this room?  &

Emma Grey   I am certainly worthy of him.   And with that in mind, I launched forward.   Until I meet him again, I will fight for him. And I will fight for us.   Because I had to tell him. No, I need to tell him.   That what we had was never a mistake.    “Emma! Wait–” Eva shouted but I couldn't stop now. I want to be useful.    I was about to run towards him when someone beat me up to it. It all happened in a flash, wind blew roughly past me and in instance Thomas'