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Johnny growled darkly, "Your money's ours if you die, you wretched beast!" A car was zooming toward me. I saw the driver, and how his eyes had gone wide with panic. His hands gripped the steering wheel as his tires desperately skidded to a halt. Soon, the air was filled with the stench of burning rubber. This fear. This fear was oh-so familiar. It hit me like a truck, and I was rooted to the asphalt, unable to move. Right before the car could crash into me, a black supercar lunged from somewhere behind me and bumped into the incoming car, forcing it back.

“Break her legs. Scratch her face. I want to teach her a lesson!” A group of bodyguards immediately surrounded me. Before I could even speak, a strong kick knocked me to the ground. Fists and kicks rained down on my body, pain exploding through every inch of me. I curled up, trying to protect my head, yet someone managed to land a vicious kick to my abdomen. The pain made it hard to breathe. “Stop! Don’t hit me. Mrs. Foster, I’m not the mistress… Miss Foster, you’ve been deceived. I’m the real one who saved you–”

Instead, a hollow, unnameable emptiness settled deep inside me. I felt agitated in the office, so I stepped outside without knowing where to go. I drifted aimlessly and eventually found myself at the foot of the Sanders Technology building. The once luxurious, imposing office tower was now a ruin, battered by angry creditors and victims. The reception hall was in shambles, and banners demanding repayment hung everywhere.

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

The moment he saw me, it was as if something came back to life in his dead, red-rimmed eyes. Then, in a blur, he ran toward me. His security team rushed to keep up, but in the chaos of the crowd, hardly anyone seemed to notice. Before I could react, I was crushed into his ice-cold embrace. My heartbeat, steady even during the near-death experience on the plane, suddenly went wild. I had survived a plane crash, but at this moment, I felt like I might actually drop dead. And then, wrapped in his freezing arms, I blacked out.

CHAPTER 52: THE TEETH OF THE SLUMS The landing wasn't graceful. It was a violent collision with the reality of the lower wards. We hit the roof of a rusted tenement building in the "Grey-Sector," the impact vibrating through my mercury-bound wings like a tuning fork struck by a sledgehammer. My knees buckled, the "Lagos-grit" pavement shredding through my Liquid-Light gown as I skidded toward the edge of the roof, clutching Dante’s dead weight against my chest.

Connected with Noah's ribs. They crashed into furniture. A lamp fell. Shattered. Glass sprayed across the floor like tiny knives. Photo frames tumbled from shelves. Wood cracked. Something heavy hit the ground. Landon grabbed Noah's collar. Slammed him against the bookshelf. Books rained down. Spines breaking. Pages tearing. Noah shoved back. Hard. They both went down. Rolling. Hitting. The taste of blood mixing with sweat. Fists. Elbows. Grunts of pain.

My power cocooned us in a bubble, the tip sealing over the shattered nose of the transport the split second before we hit the ground. I was suddenly weightless, flying up toward the shield, bouncing back from it to hit the bed of the ship so hard I lost my ability to breathe for the second time. Someone's foot hit my knee while my hip crushed a foreign hand, but there was nothing to be done, not while we bounced one more time before sliding, red dust flying around us, blocking the view of outside, for what seemed like forever. I ground my teeth together, prepared for the worst, body stiff, waiting for a final impact. When it came, the hissing sizzle of ground passing under our shield fading

hanger. I scooted to where I could grab it, pulled it down—breaking the hanger in the process—and positioned it over my head. I was starting to get dizzy and feel a little nauseated as my heart continued to pound and my hands continued to shake. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Taking yet another deep breath, I closed my eyes, tightened the coat around my head, and slammed my shoulder against the set of shelves. Some of my books fell along with a stack of school folders and one of those boxes of sixty-four crayons with the little sharpener in the back. No laptop, though I could see it had shifted a bit with the impact. I slammed into the shelves again, raining more crap down on my

All the way to the hostel I didn't speak to anyone and soon as I reached the hostel I sat down outside Chilling Point(An ice cream outlet in the hostel) in shock just trying to analyze what did I just do and where did I go wrong. Suddenly I noticed Alizeh and Kabir talking to Akash and the whole group about the exam, so I couldn't go to them either. Upon that moment I felt very broken both from inside as well as outside. I didn't know why God was doing this with me as if all the things that he had done with me were not enough. I was very sad and upset that day and I really needed somebody to console me at that time and I guess I had no one, I had to go through this all alone.