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Lil Dee, in his thirties, was big and burly. He had a pink-dyed buzz cut, a tattoo along his neck, earrings, and a silver chain around his neck. His style was very much hip-hop-influenced. “What happened to your face, Taz?” noticing the blister on Taz’s face, Lil Dee asked. Taz was frustrated and exasperated. “I don’t want to talk about it. A bastard burnt me with a cigarette.” “Who would do that to you? That person is asking for it.”

Hell, not even Harriet, who is going to be my chosen Luna. “Shit, I bet she won’t even last two weeks before she renounces herself and ends up rogue,” Bill grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. “I think she will surprise you.” I reply, my eyes meeting with his. His face lights up and there is a glimmer of excitement as his lips twitch at the corners into a wry smile. I groan, knowing exactly where this is going. “You think she will make it?” He asks, quirking a brow.

Sorry. Disappointment was a cold stone in my stomach. But then, a spark of my dark idea flashed. I dressed carefully. Not a sundress. A simple, knee-length skirt and a tight, light sweater. I wore a bra, but a thin, lacy one that did little to hide my hard nipples. I applied a little makeup. When Pastor Miller’s car pulled up, I was waiting on the porch alone. “Lila,” he said, his smile warm but professional. “Where’s my scallywag son today?”

Play dumb? Billie gulped, and then she slowly nodded. He smiled at her. He had brownish-blond hair that was bleached to straw from the sunshine. He was taller than she’d imagined, over six feet, and he had eyes so clear and blue you’d think he’d never seen anything unpleasant in his life. Considering this was a first date, he hadn’t knocked himself out in the wardrobe department. He wore biking shorts and a T-shirt. If he’d combed his hair in recent history, there was no evidence of it.

, says Bill. " Don't take me easy. I don't have any failed missions. I will get every word out of him and become a legendary person for conquering over another one. Muwahahaa!", Lily lets out a peal of villainous laughter in a funny way. She is trying to keep it cool. "I am serious, Lily!"Billy interrupts her with a stern look on his face. He is really worried about her. Lily notices Bill's concern and blushes. She hits him on his shoulder on impulse. Critical hit! Bill falls to the ground. Howard helps him to stand up.

His body was too weak and tired to stir. Lilian was in her room. She brought out her dress and looked it over. It was beautiful. But it was missing one tiny thing. She headed to the draw of her dressing table and took out a needle, blade, and red thread. She went back to her bed and kept them all beside her. She loved her dress and was sad that she had to ruin it but she loved her freedom more. She turned the dress inside out and made a tiny slit at the hem. She brought out the spare change from the money that the old man had given her and slipped it into the slit. It was a snug fit. She strung the needle and closed the slit. She looked at it over and over. It was almost invisible. No one wo

The door opened slowly, like whoever was on the other side was afraid of what they’d find. Lila stepped inside, alone, no friends, no phone in her hand almost like she wanted us to see she came in peace. She looked smaller than I remembered. Hoodie too big, sleeves bunched at her wrists, eyes red and puffy like she’d been crying for days. Her hair was messy, strands sticking to damp cheeks. She stopped just inside the threshold, arms wrapped around herself the same way I’d been doing for weeks.

As we walk in I’m hit with a cloud of smoke, I cough waving it out of my face. “Who the hell are you?” I hear a crusty old voice snap in my direction, as I take her in I almost scream at her. She wore clothes much like my own, her nails painted to perfection, her makeup impeccable. “She’s wearing that and he has shoes held together with duct tape!” layla snaps pushing forward “I’m lilly, this is drake. Your son has been having visions of my daughter. We came to meet him” She looks past us to caden, throwing him a filthy luck.

LILY'S POV Just before Drax and Rissa left the room, Billy bellowed. "Wait, are you leaving me alone with her?" Drax turned around and replied him. "Yes! You're her problem now. So, I wouldn't try anything stupid if I were you." Drax warned him, then they bolted for the door. Billy glared at me with his eyes half open like I was a ghost or something. He's obviously scared of me, and it's kinda satisfying. I like being feared.

Then a low laugh carried across the water. Lila stepped into the light from the far end of the dock. She wore black leather from throat to boots. The whip hung coiled at her hip. Her hair was pulled into a severe ponytail. Her eyes looked almost black in the harsh light. “You came,” Lila said. Her voice carried clearly across the distance. “Alone. How disappointing. I expected more fight from Dean Breed’s pet.” Jenna kept her voice even. “I came for my family. Let them go and take me instead.”