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“I’m just trying to get myself together.” But he sat down anyway, setting his beer on her table. His hand found her arm, grip rough. “One more won’t kill,” he slurred. “I said no!” Her voice sharpened, pulling back. “SHE SAID NO!” The roar cut through the tavern like a blade. Silence crashed down. Sophia turned, heart hammering. And there he was. The stranger from her dream, appearing again. Standing a few feet away, fury carved into his expression, his gaze locked on the man who dared touch her.

I can write infinity For infinity is in me Why you want me crawl When I can pick up speed Religion hurts me within Religion hurts me all within To culture self To destroy innovation In thought and concept Why should I follow the trend? When I am a human Far above that’s all set Why religion blames me Furious I haven’t for nights slept The pain has drawn my blood Into my life’s bed What should be called a torture I have met I have met Now when I stand strong With some alien support on land

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

Their presence was calm, quiet, and unsettlingly knowing. Grace turned toward the voice, her breath catching. “Did I?” She hugged her arms around herself, trying to contain the tremor in her voice. “I sounded like a stranger. I was a stranger. I told her about the birthmark, Mama’s song, the garden with the broken wind chime. But what if… what if she thinks I made it up? What if she thinks I’m just part of the madness everyone keeps pulling her into?” “She won’t. You didn’t give her facts. You gave her fragments of her heart. No one forgets that kind of truth.”

“I CAN’T, I CAN’T, I CAN’T, IT’S WHO I AM, I’M STILL ME, I HAVENT CHANGED” “YOU DISGUSTING FAG, YOU’RE GOING TO BURN IN HELL WITH YOUR STUPID FAG FRIENDS, NO ONE WILL LOVE OR ACCEPT YOU, EVEN THE BIBLE SPEAKS OF THE DOOM THAT AWAITS YOUR KIND, I CANT BELIEVE I GAVE BIRTH TO SUCH A HUGE DISGRACE, I’D RATHER BE KNOWN AS BARREN THAN BE THE MOTHER TO A FAG LIKE YOU, YOU DISGUST ME” Tears streamed down my face as I stared at the stranger before me, even if I took it back, nothing could ever go back to the way it was, never again, she would always look at me different, I would always be different.

She forced herself to calm down and quickly pushed the young man, “prostitute? What do you think of me, doing such a thing?” “Pfft! Why? Why did you come here then asking knowing you are asking someone to be your sponsor? Not to ask for sponsorship from me and to save your name which is gradually being tarnished due to your issue of using drugs and selling bodies in exchange for good projects from those old geezers?” Its sarcasm. A loud slap landed on the young man's cheek, Danica's brain was too tired to tolerate his words regarding the issue.

“This is not about him. This is about our sisterly relationship.” “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m the one who slept with a stranger and refused to take a morning-after pill. And that wasn’t on purpose. I had slept with Zion a couple of times and I didn’t get pregnant. I thought I wasn’t a very fertile lady so a night with a stranger without protection was probably nothing. But it’s cool. I can’t imagine living a life without Ryan in it. He is my greatest blessing of all.” “The stranger’s sperm was definitely stronger than Zion’s own.”

CHAPTER 4 Lyra's POV The stranger smiled, and Jesus, it wrecked me. That hard face, so sharp and ruthless, went soft around the edges. Like sin dipped in honey. “Does it really matter?” he asked slowly, his voice smooth as bourbon. “Tonight, we are just two broken souls hiding in plain sight.” Fair. “Then here’s to strangers,” I replied, raising my glass with a shaky hand. “To strangers,” he echoed, clinking his glass against mine.

The fracture overhead began to tremble, sending violent ripples through the sky as the distant stars flickered like dying candles. The Stranger stepped closer to the edge of the rift, looking directly at Ava, then across the invisible lines of the network to Luca, and then back again. For the very first time since his arrival, genuine, unfiltered fear appeared in his dark eyes. "You remember the love," the Stranger whispered, his voice softening into something tragic. "You remember the romance, the promises, and the beautiful tragedy of finding each other in the dark. But you haven't remembered the betrayal." The word hit the air like a gunshot, echoing with a violent, jarring finality.

they said But their voice sounded less sure this time. Kai felt cold All over He looked up At the stranger “You said he would live” “I said we would try” “That’s not what you said!” The stranger didn’t react Didn’t argue Just watched him Calm Too calm Kai’s hands shook “You lied” “No,” the stranger said quietly “We told you what you needed to hear.” That hurt More than anything else Kai felt anger rise in his chest Hot Sharp “You used me “Yes.”