All Chapters of Genesis : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Asher stood with his arms out in submission, a posture of defeat. I placed my hand on Damien’s shoulder, a silent command for him to calm down, to stand down from his coiled readiness. Asher looked terrible. His clothes were torn, hanging loosely on his frame, and he looked much thinner than I’d ever seen him. His eyes, a striking crimson, were a stark contrast against his pallid skin, and ominous black lines snaked across his arms and neck, like veins engorged with shadow.“What are you doing in here, Asher? And where have you been? Everyone’s been looking for you.” No one had seen or heard from him since his altercation with Damien, his sudden disappearance a mystery. His parents were notified, but they just chalked it up to their spoiled son doing a disappearing act to go have a good time, completely oblivious.“I didn’t know where else to go.” He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, blowing a breath through his mouth, his exhaustion palpable. “I don’t know what happened, last

I stuffed my face with the burger I picked up on the way to my room, my mind in overdrive after the conversation with Cree. Fae King, huh? I mean, I knew of the Faerealm's existence; my mother made sure I learned as much as possible about our world, but at no time did I expect to be summoned to meet the ruthless Orkin. When the pacification came about, Orkin declined a seat at the table and instead called all Fae folk back to their realm. Some say he didn't trust the peace treaty; others say he just didn't want to give up his power. I believe the latter. Over the centuries, he has been known to punish in the most cruel ways. Even the vamps are wary of him, and there have been some dark and twisted vampires.Mind fully made up on skipping a shower and just getting under my sheets, I entered my room and stopped dead in my tracks. It took a second before I let out a squeal and barreled head-on into the arms of my redheaded best friend."Farrah! When did you get here? Why didn't you guys

I tried not to fidget too much to draw more attention to myself. I was currently in a room filled with authority. The entire Concilium as well as members of the Grimn were gathered, their faces a mixture of solemnity and curiosity. Once things had died down a bit and the body removed from the common room, the Concilium were notified of what transpired, including my trajectory vision. Apparently, when I thought I was looking at Hannah's final minutes by myself, I had somehow projected the vision, made it so everyone in the room saw what I saw – the chilling sequence of events unfolding before their very eyes. Of course, Milton was the most vocal about it, his voice booming as he demanded to know what sort of dark practices they were carrying out at the school. He was actually the one to contact the Concilium, fueling the urgency, and of course, Gran made it to the school before everyone else once she heard about it, her swift arrival a testament to her protective instincts. They all ag

Mom was back.Mom was back, and I had to leave her in my grandmother's care all so I could go to the Fae kingdom to meet Orkin. It was a bittersweet reunion, tinged with the looming obligation. Even though she was a bit undernourished and sometimes a little skittish, like a startled fawn, she was trying to adjust to being out from under her captor's thumb, slowly finding her footing in a world that had moved on without her. When she recalled her time there, the tales were nothing less than heartbreaking, moments of profound despair and silent defiance. When they first grabbed her, it was because of some prophecy they’d heard of and needed her to use her abilities. Once she realized the person they were looking for was me, her own daughter, she didn't fight back, accepting her fate in an attempt to shield me from them as best as she could, her sacrifice a silent plea for my safety.Can I just take a second to mention her and Cree? They kept stealing glances and making googly eyes at ea

After what felt like a hundred times with me refusing to let these Fae women bathe and dress me, I finally relented, my resolve crumbling under their persistent, silent efficiency. The uncomfortable air hung between us, thick with unspoken observations, as they meticulously scrubbed between my breasts and every other nook and cranny they could find. I had to give it to them though, they were pretty thorough, leaving no spot untouched.I sat on the edge of the huge, opulent bed, wrapped in a soft and plush towel that smelled faintly of lavender and starlight, waiting for them to get back with the clothing they had apparently picked out for me. It was a little strange being around them, having them tend to me with such intimate care, and they didn’t even talk to me, not a single word. I had a sneaking suspicion that they could secretly communicate with each other though; you could see it in the way they glanced at each other, sometimes even smiling slightly, a shared understanding passi