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"If you get bit, you die. Simple as that." "You guys, nobody is going to get bit. The soldiers are here to protect us. Don't forget that," Daisy says, sitting across from her sister Rose. Daisy and Rose Adams are seventeen year old fraternal twins, but they definitely don't look like they'd even be related. Daisy has short, light blonde hair, and Rose has waist-length dark red hair that is usually kept in a single braid for convenience. Daisy is more pear-shaped while Rose is a bit thinner. They both have wide-set light blue eyes that have developed a hard edge in the past six months.

Victories nobody would ever take for granted again. That morning Daisy was sitting beside Violet's incubator. A blanket draped over her legs. A notebook in her lap. Roman paused. "What are you doing?" Daisy looked up. "Writing." Roman frowned. "You're working." "No." "That looks suspiciously like working." "It's not." Roman remained unconvinced. Daisy sighed dramatically. "I'm making notes." "For?" Daisy smiled softly. "The girls." Roman blinked. "What girls?" Daisy stared. "You have two daughters."

His lips twitch, but he doesn’t answer. Back home, Daisy runs to me with her toy in hand. She tells me she wants a new daddy, one who tells stories and helps her with puzzles. Her innocence cuts deep. I pull her close, whispering that she doesn’t need a new daddy, just love. She looks at me and says love makes her safe. I feel the sting of tears but blink them away.

Then I saw the way Kane's eyes tracked her, the possessive arm he had around Jessica. Bro code, I thought vaguely. Don't be that guy. Besides, Lilith was nice. She got genuinely excited about statistical analysis. I found my mind drifting, comparing her eager, academic spark to the raw, knowing hunger in Rebecca's eyes, or the calculated fire in Daisy's. It felt like talking to a child. I left around twelve, my head buzzing with nothing in particular. Daisy's car was in the driveway, her bedroom dark. I crept upstairs. Her door was locked. Of course it was. But she'd forgotten to lock the adjoining bathroom door from her side.

Blood dripped from my nose and he spun me around, slamming my face to the door as his minions tied my hands behind my back with some sort of rope. I began to hear pages ripping and I could already tell what they ere doing. The were ripping my books to shreds, one of them then got really close to me and grilled the back of my shirt, pulling so hard that it began to rip and that as when our eyes locked for just outside the door. Daisy was talking to a guy and her eyes found mine. She trailed them to my nske and mouth, spotting the blood but nothing could have prepared me for what she did next.

-- Daisy was in the corner of the Greyer Pack guest wing, shaking. She had attempted to escape immediately after the witches stated the ink wasn't Cassie's. Terror crept in quickly. If someone followed it back to her, to the stealing, to the sting operation. But she had been too careless. She had gone in such a hurry she'd left her earrings behind—silver roses with red stones encircling them. A special order. One pair only. A gift from her uncle. Everyone in the Greyer Pack had seen her wear them before. And now they were there.

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.

It was noon, the weather was a bit cool as compared to the previous day. Daisy decided to go for shopping with the money she received from the SABS company. It took her aback as she wasn't expecting anything until two weeks time, seems this was her dream job after all, or so she thought.

Daisy laughs to herself, discriminating the direction for what, if she has a compass in her hand now, she also doesn’t know where to go in this strange land. Daisy puts her heels in her bag. She takes off her blazer and stuffs it in. Daisy is the type of person who likes to hold all things, she is often worried that she does not bring enough supplies for necessary cases, so she always chooses a large bag. The sun shines on Daisy's face burning. The white shirt is also clinging to the body because it is drenched with sweat. Daisy's feet start blistering because of the hot sand. Daisy wants to take a sip of cool water and soak in the tub to chase away the scorching sun. How luxurious is that s