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he explained. “You don’t worry that she will expose you?” Wyatt asked. Atticus smiled, showing the slight wrinkling of his eyes, “Many humans are a risk to our kind, but not Genivieve. She knew right away something was different about me. She was smart, but kind, asking all of the right questions, and one day, she just let me know she knew I wasn’t a human. She had all sorts of people from all walks of life come through her shop and I guess she had figured out who was who or what,” he chuckled, “She’s lovely with the children. She’s like a grandmother to them.”

She was busy thinking about her mistakes that made her this easy of a target by everyone. Once the girls were gone she continues to clean despite the pain she was feeling. She knew it. It was really bad for her to come close to those beautiful people. After cleaning she went out of the building with a portion of her face red. She's used to the pain but not with the insults. It was still hurting her even if it's going on for years now. "Keep your head up Braun, you might trip." Sasha glance up and saw Eustone leaning against the wall with a smile that immediately faded when he saw her face. The expression he was showing was kind and it reminded her of a beautiful springtime. A spring... ***

Atticus says, leaning against a tree, "He's not one to bear all the little details." I leer at Atticus, "And you do?" "I prefer to keep it brutally honest," Atticus says. I had dealt with many people, but Atticus seemed to have a way to put your nerves at ease. That felt strange, or maybe it was the bond we were supposed to share? "I can't read your mind, by the way," Atticus says, with a slight tilt of his head. My brows furrow," You can't?" That was odd; Thane would always peek into my thoughts.

Taking a deep breath is even more impossible and I struggle for sips of air. After a second or two, the pain eases up and I'm able to pull up my heavy head. I watch as Atticus approaches, prowling toward me like a big, ghostly cat. I struggle to get to my feet, but stumble back, hitting my head hard against the wall. I feel warm blood roll down my neck. I'm beaten and he knows it. CHAPTER 52 ** Brad ** Man to Man "You had a chance to leave, yet you chose to stay," Atticus says, looking genuinely curious. "Do you love her?"

It was evident that Atticus wasn't sure where he would sleep, given the limited space and number of bedrooms. "Dad!" I persisted, noticing his continued disregard, "When is Flora coming back home?" Even as he refused to respond, I pressed for an answer. Atticus slowly raised his gaze from his plate and fixed his stare on my father, who rolled his eyes to make it clear that he had no intention of acknowledging me, even though he clearly heard me. "Do you need assistance with your hearing, perhaps?" Atticus inquired, addressing my father, who didn't seem to expect that Atticus would intervene in how he treated me.

“Have her moved to the second floor. It would seem my queen favors her.” His queen, he says. I would laugh, but I have none of that left in me, so I stay still, watching Raya and the guard leave, watching him walk across my room and retrieve a piece of cloth, with which he wipes my cheeks gently. Atticus confuses me on some days. The thing about psychopaths that makes them deadly is their unpredictable nature. He would backhand me when necessary, roughen me up, and then tend to my injuries with such gentleness, it is hard to believe those hands belong to a monster.

Everyone was stupefied when they heard that Zachary had defended his first love and gotten her acquitted of all charges when she had killed his mother. "What kind of a son does that? And here I thought my son was bad enough for still relying on me financially!" "You know what's worse? He's married! It was his wife who handled the funeral alone!" "He looks like a decent young man. He's even a lawyer. Who would've thought he's such a deplorable person?" "Like they always say, you can never judge a book by its cover. Look at his first love. Even now, she's acting all innocent."

"Why don't you face me yourself? Let’s make this personal. Are you such a coward that you have to let these people fight for you?" "Thank you for the offer, honey," he said, his tone dripping with fake sweetness. "But I’m not interested." He began to walk backward, his eyes never leaving mine as he retreated toward the throne. "You might want to know what happened to your people, don't you?" I frowned at him, a new kind of dread beginning to coil in my stomach. Atticus raised his hand. He pressed his middle finger against his thumb and snapped. The sound was sharp, like a bone breaking in the silence.

“I think you need to hear this. I think you need to hear how horrible it can be before you make the wrong choice.” “Atticus Preston is the absolute worst human on the planet. I’m not just stating that as an opinion, I know it for a fact to be true.” Nyx pauses and then begins her story. “When I first met him, I was a new student in a new town. My father and I had just moved here from LA and I didn’t know anyone.”

Atticus showed no surprise and nodded. “Go ahead.” I explained my purpose and then looked at him, asking, "Can you give me some advice?" Atticus didn't respond directly. Instead, he contemplated momentarily before saying, "I can't help you with this." My mind went blank, and my heart dropped. I realized I might’ve been too hopeful since I wasn’t close to Atticus. It was unrealistic for him to help me for no reason. As I was about to provide a way out for myself, Atticus continued, “However, I can offer a suggestion.”