And Then There Were Four 소설 & 이야기

Madison, on the other hand, promptly filed for leave. I thought I had done a good deed, but I never imagined it would be the reason I ended up dead.

It meant that from the moment Dante entered the hall to the moment he left, the only people he looked at were the four of us. I said blankly, “It really does look like one of us is the Godfather’s true love.” “There’s no way to tell who he was looking at,” Blair said with a sigh. “But that smile was way too obvious.” The four of us exchanged silent looks, fear filling our eyes. If we didn’t all retain memories of our brutal deaths from past lives, none of this would even be explainable. “If it really is one of us,” Chloe whispered, trembling, tears pooling in her eyes, “then why… why did he kill every single one of us?”

He didn't answer. THE FOURTH CHILD The door suddenly opened. Adam stood there. Everyone raised their weapons. Adam lifted his hands. "I'm not here to fight." Aria stared at him. "Then why are you here?" "Because you deserve to know." "Know what?" "The fourth child." Gabriel stepped forward. "Adam, don't." Adam ignored him. "The fourth child wasn't killed." Aria stared. "Where is he?" Adam looked at Lucian. Lucian's face became pale.

Victor continued. “Three approaches to power.” I stared. “And the winner?” The screen went black. Then one final sentence appeared. THE FINAL SUBJECT WILL DECIDE. Dylan looked confused. “Final subject?” Nathan’s face changed. “Oh no.” Everyone turned. “What?” He looked at the screen. “The project wasn’t finished.” A file opened. A fourth name appeared. Nobody spoke. Because the name was impossible. SUBJECT FOUR: DYLAN CARTER My blood ran cold. Victor’s voice whispered: “Welcome to the final stage.”

67 BPM. “17,” Adrian said. Quiet. Not to me. To ceiling. To dark. “16 tomorrow. 15 after. 14. 13. 12. 11. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Then zero. Then done.” “Then done,” I said. Hand in his. 71 BPM. Not calm. Not scared. Ready. _Beep. Beep. Beep._ Midnight. My watch. May 24th. Day 49. 16 days. No ritual. No “just us. Still.” Just countdown. Just truth.

And then all bets were off. ***

I expected to hear my neck crack as it hit the hard ground, but strong arms caught my fall and pressed me close to a warm body. My heart began to beat faster. “What is your name?” my eyes darted to another man approaching us, all having the same face, and I shuddered at how identical they were. Sweet goddess, quadruplets?! How was anyone supposed to tell four of them apart?! They smiled at once, and then one said, “No one ever does.” I squeaked, clamping a hand over my mouth. There was no doubt about the fact that I was mute. Words weren’t coming out from my mouth now, so how were they reading my thoughts?

Darius confirmed, his hand settling on my waist. I looked around at these four incredible men who’d just chosen me over everything else, and felt something settle deep in my chest. Peace, maybe. Or just the quiet certainty that whatever challenges came next, we’d face them as we always had, as a family. “I love you,” I said to all of them. “All of you. More than I have words for.” “We love you too,” Marcus said softly. “More than the moon loves the night.” “More than wolves love the hunt,” Zane added.

One of Cillian’s friend say beside us and I stare at him quizzically wondering what he was meant “You don’t stand a chance” Cillian snickered and they went back and forth about it, while I turned myself out of the conversation. “Founders day is coming up!” She shouted into the microphone and a roll of shouts and screams followed making me plug my ears with my fingers. “In honour of our dear founder Eldric Valerius, we would be conducting this year's founding ceremony starting next week” She announced and more cheers followed. “This year would be no different from the last except that it would be more exciting, There would be five houses as usual and teams would be reshuffled from last year’s

If indeed he had been abused, how was he going to cope with the mischievous four who were in men? Was he going to trust that no one would ever molest him?