Novel & Cerita Judas No Vine

“If not I’m sure Jude can grow them.” Holding out his hand, a vine sprouted from his palm and curled into the air. Emerald leaves unfurled, stretching out to bask in the sunlight spilling through the windows. Within seconds little fat grapes began forming, growing until they were ripe for picking. Jude plucked one off and chucked it at Edwards face. As it hit vines erupted from the grape, wrapping around Edwards head like a hoard of angry snakes.

He was just speaking, turning it over, trying to understand the shape of it. "She kept her from dying for nothing," he said. "My mother died finding something that would have saved people. And Vera made sure that what she found didn't just get buried." He looked up at Lucian. "Tonight we know. Because Vera made sure we'd know eventually. Even if she had to wait for it to kill her first." Lucian lowered his hands from his face. He looked at me. He looked at the Blood Oath mark, half-dissolved now, the purple already fading to silver at the edges. He looked at my cracked nails, the rosewood yoke still cutting into my wrists, my face.