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“I-I won’t g-get you i-in t-trouble anymore. I’ll s-sleep w-with you e-every night, s-so you w-won’t be l-lonely a-anymore. I-I’ll p-protect you, p-promise.” Sorrow ripples through me at Milo’s broken pleas, a fresh wave of regret blossoming because we hadn’t just hurt Lucian, we had deeply broken the kids as well. I wipe at my tears as I take rushed steps toward Milo, determined to comfort him. But the exact moment my hand rests gently on his back, Milo flinches and pulls away. The action sends a literal dagger through my heart. I watch him push away and scramble off the bed. He stares at me, a deep, defensive frown settling on his face despite the clear apology resting behind his eyes.

I trusted too much so that's the result. I closed my eyes. I don't feel too cold anymore because of the big bonfire outside. It gives heat to the surroundings. After our mission here in Waldorf, we will be heading to Mythion. That would be my last mission and a chance to be with Elijah. I feel sad again because of that thought. But I know I can do anything. I can move on. It will be hard, but I know I will. After all, nothing is easy, only determination is needed to overcome everything.

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Next to the bed, hanging from the wall, is a tapestry I never got a chance to admire until now. I stop quickly to observe the design of the tapestry. The tapestry was woven to tell the story of the god Apollo chasing the tragic nymph Daphne. Both figures in the tapestry are naked since Apollo was stalking the beautiful Daphne while taking a bath in a mythical pool surrounded by a tranquil forest. The tapestry and story end with Daphne turning into the first immortal laurel tree. Apollo bestowed eternal youth on the tragic Daphne because she sacrificed herself in order to stay a virgin. "Jessa?" Adrexa asks, snapping me out of my revelry. Then, focusing my attention back on Adrexa as she pull

I declared. Enzo glared at me, his eyes shooting bullets towards me. He opened his mouth but closed it again. I closed the book and set it beside me. As soon as I stood up I felt lightheaded and weak, having the sensation of spinning. My arms got really weak and my abdomen started twitching uncontrollably. I lost balance and almost collapsed but Enzo caught me. "I got you." He whispered as he picked me up and carried me upstairs bridal-style I smiled weakly. "Told you you won't hate me forever."

I couldn't help but shiver every time I remembered back to what those voices had said. Hayden was dangerous. In every way. And why wouldn't he be? I wasn't supposed to die that night. This wasn't supposed to happen. That accident happened because he came in the way! Lord of the Dead. That's what the voices called him. So, I tried dwelling in those thicks, old books, trying to find something useful. Except, the only language they were in, wasn't English. And the words written on those rough papers made no sense to me.

Whatever happened to him, or whatever happened around him, he would always look calm, almost expressionless. Maybe only his mother can reach Althan to his true self, who is buried deep inside there. Althan suddenly remembered what happened this afternoon, when Evie approached him to give him a wish list. There was some kind of unpleasant coincidence between them, Evie lost her father while she lost her mother. However, Althan knew it must be the same, what he felt was what Evie felt. He ever read a question what is heavier? Abandoned or left? In his heart he replied, it must be harder to leave. Especially when it comes to death. People often say that the dead can watch their family from heav

I hugged her and comforted her until she fell asleep. Devon got lost in his thoughts as he recall what happened that morning. He also remembered Lucy's face and the green flecks in her eyes as he looked at her. "Damn, Hannah. I just miss you so much." Devon said as tears fall from his eyes. After a few moments, he composed himself and drove off. Meanwhile, inside Room 515. Hell was about to break loose. Cassidy's eyes started to open and she saw the Callalillies at the table at the foot of her bed.

I had written that word in 2019. A Sunday morning in late October. The park bench. The trees turning. The fountain running somewhere behind me. I had been reading Paradise Lost for the fourth time because Milton was the only writer I’d found who could make darkness feel purposeful instead of punishing. I’d reached the final book and, without really thinking about it, opened the front cover and written one word. Sufficient. It was the only word that felt true. Not good.

I was just waiting for them to take the stage. “There’s a problem with the blood-bond between Lydia and me.” Milton’s announcement echoed through the council chamber, under the watchful eyes of stone gargoyles. He had summoned the entire inner circle. Regent Marcus frowned. “Prince, what do you mean?” “I’ve lost my connection to Lydia,” Milton said, his voice cold and deliberate. “Instead, I feel a true soul-bond with Josie.” I kept my face a mask of ice, as if listening to a story about someone else.