“You might not want to piss Zaia’s twin off, King. I thought she’s exhausted?” Atticus reminds him. Seems the tables have turned. Sebastian glares at him. Atticus glares back before both turn and glare at me. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and take out a cigarette. This is going to be a long fu

“I-” I shut the door behind me, not wanting to hear anything else. ----- It’s late in the evening and this day has been as long as a fucking thousand days. I’d rather spend another five years in prison than another day with this lot. Atticus has still not managed to get the full database of thos

ADRIANA. The scent in this house is addictive, alluring even. It brings with it a calm and a warmth I’ve never felt before. I’ve never slept comfortably as far back as I remember. Even when it was me and Ada together and I would curl up with her to keep us warm I was never relaxed. I couldn’t be, a

“No, I know, it’s just don’t take this personally. I can have you set up somewhere else if you prefer, I just-” “I’m fine my dear Luna, but it’s probably my pride. I’m not staying where I’m not wanted, and I don’t want you saying anything to your brother. Please.” She frowns, nodding, and we fall

ZADE. I don’t think she’d steal, but something is really off with this entire fucking situation. She tries to move away, but the man grabs her. “Don’t touch me!” she growls, only for the man to yank her back, about to grab her bag when she spins around, bringing her knee up as she grabs his collar