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~Freya~ Lucy cradling her baby in the sunlight, with the blue ocean behind her, has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.I’m glad, really. My best friend is getting better. She’s not the Lucy I used to know, not yet. She doesn’t talk much or do anything else, but she holds her baby when he’s awake and when he’s not, and that’s progress. That means something. The hatred, the anger, they’ve eased a little.If only the bills would pay themselves, I’d stay here with her until she fully recovers. But I have to go back to the States. I need to start looking for a job, the sooner the better. And maybe, when I’m gone, she’ll finally find her own strength. Maybe being alone will make her face the things she’s been running from.I haven’t told her yet. I don’t know how to say goodbye, but I have to leave—today.“Lulu,” I call, hurrying toward her. “Breakfast is ready.”“Really?” She shakes her head and extends Mr. Cutie to me. “Here, take him.”“Oh, look who’s a sleepyhead,” I say, t

~Lucy~“Where’s that little hand? There it is! Peekaboo!”He giggles, his cute eyes brightening.“Button, button, button… all done! You’re ready for the runway.”Celeste lifts him high into the air, then brings him back down to her face. “Well, look who’s looking like a charming little prince,” she coos, nuzzling his nose. “We’re going to have so much fun today!”He giggles, tiny fingers tangling in her hair.“Oops,” she laughs softly, prying his hand free. “No, not the hair, mister.”I can’t believe I made that— that this beautiful child came from me. He is the most perfect thing in this world. He looks exactly like his father, and strangely, it doesn’t bother me.I used to fear that looking at him would pull me back into the past, that he would remind me of the one person I could never have. But he doesn’t. When I look at my baby, I smile. He fills me with a kind of happiness I can’t explain. I don’t see his father in him. I see my own little joy, a whole new person, untouched by th

I don’t know if it’s the bitterness sitting in my chest that’s changed my taste buds, but this has to be the most bitter black coffee I’ve ever had. Black coffee has always been my favorite, sometimes with a little milk cream. There’s something about its sharpness that usually feels calming, almost sweet. But now, it tastes like ash. I spat it out the moment it touched my tongue. Thank God the curly-haired teenage boy brought it up to my room. No one was here to see me spit it out like it was poison. “My baby,” I whisper, lifting him into my arms. I’ve been so lost in my own spiral that I don’t even notice he’s awake, smiling up at me. “How was your night, hmm?” I tap his tiny nose and he giggles. “Tell me, baby… should I give you a bath, or wait for Aunt Sarah?” Then it hits me. Aunt Sarah must be on her way to Australia. But am I even in Australia right now? And how is she going to find us? She told me to stay where I am, that she was coming, but how will she find us? I hur

~Author’s POV~ His growl fills the room, low, dark, and dangerous. His chest rises and falls with fury, his jaw tight, veins standing out along his neck. His eyes burn red with the kind of rage that makes the air feel heavier.The guards shudder. They already know what awaits them the moment he rises from his throne.“Several weeks!” he roars through clenched teeth. “You’ve been gone for several weeks in search of dust?”“N–no, Master!” the guard stutters, heat crawling over his skin.“Then what have you been looking for?” he barks, rising from his seat, his massive frame casting a heavy shadow over them.“We… we went in search of your… your property,” the guard manages, trembling.His voice drops low, but deadly. “And who is this property of mine?”“It’s…” the guard swallows, voice breaking. “It’s… I… I was.”He collapses to his knees, shaking as bitter tears spill down his face.“Master! Please… forgive us, for we have failed you. Give us one more chance—”“Enough!” Vesper snaps, c

Just as you’d imagine. I sat in one spot until morning, waiting for the witch to bring the sweet remedy.“It’s not just a remedy,” Khair says, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I’m pretty sure it’s laced with some kind of poison.”“I’ve been thinking about that… I'm pretty sure the poison is meant to knock me out or something.” I say.“So you can’t drink it, Rhett.”“I need to be cured of this shit,” I growl. The pain feels worse than yesterday. “Don’t worry. I can fight off whatever poison is in it.”“You have to be careful, Rhett. That woman is very cunning.”“Get ready, Khair,” I say, rising from my seat. “The bitch is coming. Get your mind ready so I can separate the poison from the remedy.”Khair sighs. “I know it’s going to be hard, nearly impossible, but stay alert to the smells so I can do it.”“Fine,” he agrees.“Speak of the devil, and the devil arrives,” I mutter as her scent hits me. She knocks gently on the door.“Come in,” I say weakly—pretending, of course.“Good morning