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Her heart raced in her chest as she frantically started the car and zoomed off. She wondered what Jace Sanders would think of her now. She lowered herself to him two times in one night. Last night after being wasted and brushing off the random sweaty guys flirting with her, Emma got fed up and left for the restroom. How she met Jace or ended up having sex with him, wasn't very clear in her memory. When he had just her nudes, Emma still had hopes of getting over it and comfortably encountering him in the possible future after she had been fired.

Elena, now in possession of Emma’s body screamed in fake concern “someone please get an ambulance.” It was fifteen minutes before the ambulance arrived. At that time, Elena concentrated inside Emma’s head. She tried to access Emma’s memories. To know what Emma knew. To find out what could be going on. To figure out the puzzle. And she did!!! Elena caught quick glimpses of Emma’s life. The one she had with Cameroon. It was sour. It was tasteless. It was bad.

Emma rouse up about to make an attack but The Keepers long hand got her first, clawing her by the rib. As he made for Abel, he never stopped releasing his consecrated arrows at him. The Keeper displayed weakness to it, but still went at him with strive and desperation. Just when he fired the last arrow on the crossbow, he felt a stiff grip of his neck and his legs rising above the ground. "Stop. . ." Emma said faintly with shallow eyes crawling on the ground. "Stop," again she said. "I said stop!" The last one made a supernova blast emerging from her body, which cleared the whole vicinity of demons and even The Keeper himself.

Lucian looks at the corridor where she disappeared and then at me and neither of us speaks for a moment because there is nothing to say that would be the right size for what just happened. He reaches across the island and puts his hand over mine. I turn mine over and hold it. And somewhere down the corridor, in the chair by the window, Emma is sitting with her astronomy book open on her lap and thinking about a sister she has not met yet. And the word just keeps moving in my chest, warm and certain and growing. Just sister. As if it were always going to be exactly that simple. As if it were always going to be exactly that true.

< STEWART'S MANSION~ EMMA'S ROOM > Emma was laying on her bed reading a novel , when she heard a knock from her window. She placed her novel on her lap and looked at her window she was blaffed to see Vincent by her window smiling sheepishly at her. "God is he crazy " She mumbled under her breath and rushed to her window. She unlocked it and slide it open , Vincent step in immediately. "What are you doing here ? " She asked in a low voice she was afraid that someone might hear her. "My mansion is just a few blocks from here " He said and Emma hissed. "I know but you can't be here what do you want my parents to say if the find a boy in my room in the dead of night ? "

Not for anything, Master Jin had chosen her as his apprentice. For a few hours, they were fighting continuously until Emma fell exhausted. However, she needed it. That fatigue was her only way to stop her from thinking in him. After a warm bath, she decided to get to the library. The many books they carried every day were filled with maps and words from many countries of the world. "Your Highness, would you like something to eat?" Hannah was by Emma's side with a worried look in her eyes. Emma nodded, but she didn't answer for a while. She was engrossed in taking notes in her little diary.

*The Room" As Emma regained consciousness, she found herself in a small, dark room. She was lying on a cold floor, and her head was pounding with pain. She tried to remember how she got there, but her memories were hazy. Emma struggled to sit up, her head spinning with dizziness. She leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. As she looked around, she realized that the room was tiny, with no windows and only one door. The walls were made of cold, grey concrete, and the air was musty and damp. Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside the room. The door creaked open, and a figure stood in the doorway. Emma couldn't see their face, but she could sense their presence. The figure was tall

Emma retired for the night in her room as she slept off with heavy thoughts of what the future holds for her. Emma woke up around 6 am in the morning to find her door open. She was confused because she locked the door when she came in last night. As she saw no one around, Emma moved to the dining room where she saw the maid preparing the table for breakfast. Her stomach rumbled as she perceived the aroma of the food. Ethan was still not around the house. The maid greeted her and Emma rushed back to brush her teeth as she came to the dining in a hurry. "Where is Ethan?" Emma asked the maid.

The city looked softer through the mist, like it, too, was trying to rest after everything. I went straight to Emma’s. She opened the door in jeans and a soft navy sweater, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. That alone made everything worth it. “Hey,” she said. “Hey,” I murmured, stepping inside. She wrapped her arms around me and held on for a long moment. “Everything okay?” she asked. I nodded, but she knew me too well. “Sit,” she said. “Tell me everything.” We curled up on the couch, and I filled her in—Julian’s intel, the new leads, the names that still had to be crossed off the board. She listened without flinching, even when I told her about Roth.

Emma said in a small voice, her head bowed to the ground and I instantly felt bad. It wasn’t Emma’s fault that she was a worry wart and it wasn’t her fault that we had suddenly decided to do something like this. Emma was a maternal female wolf and that was why she was mostly given nursery duties. She also taught physics to the teens in Lindersay’s schooling system. “Well, we’re already here Em,” I spread my hands to point at the rows of old hardbound books that were still in pristine condition. “It’ll be a wasted opportunity if we backed out now.”