Novel & Cerita Eteled X Austin

Although he only vaguely mentioned what happened between us, the little he said was enough to make people understand us and I knew they felt bad for us. Especially Kelvin who was staring at us with a red face. He seemed very sad for us and that made me smile bitterly. Austin wasn't saying anything anymore either. He was done talking and it was left for others to accept his decision or do whatever they wanted. After a while, the door opened and Tine returned with a doctor. The doctor walked over and tested Austin. "Any headache?" He asked and Austin shook his head. "I'm perfectly fine now. When can I leave?" Austin asked impatiently.

Austin revealed, his voice tinged with suspicion. “He lied,” I stated, a frown forming on my face. “But why would he?” “Well, you see, our dear Tom Tom wasn’t just in Greenfield for a meeting; rather, he was there to see a certain someone,” Austin explained eagerly, his voice tinged with excitement. He lifted his phone, displaying an image of Tom alongside a mysterious man. “He was here to see Dr. Tunde, who happens to be a witch,” Austin exclaimed, as he leaned in closer, emphasizing each word for dramatic effect.

We still chatted privately with my burner phone which Austin doesn’t know about. For more than one week, I stayed indoors. I needed time to heal and get back to my usual cheerful self. Tyler kept trying to locate the rest of Austin’s warehouses and his secret safe houses. He kept updating me on his plans to locate my kids, he never tried to see me in person because he thinks that Austin has placed hidden bugs around the house. Besides, Austin never went out like he used to. It seems like he encountered a major setback in his plans because he spends more time at home, grumbling and complaining about my brother, Drake, and how he is ruining things for him.

He straightened up, towering over her, his presence suddenly cold enough to frost the windows. "I don't serve 'God’s creatures,' and I certainly don't serve 'Blessed Ones,'" Austin stated, his voice a flat, metallic rasp that cut through her sweetness like a chainsaw. "My hands, my blades, and my very breath have only ever belonged to one person. And you aren't her." Selene’s smile twitched. "I only meant..." "I know what you meant," Austin interrupted. He reached up, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his Ventus tunic with a slow, deliberate motion. He pulled the fabric aside, revealing the tan, scarred skin of his pectoral muscle.