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another figure came into the light. It was a tall, fine man but with a bruised up face however he needed no introduction as Elijah recognized him. “Eden." Elijah was left stunned. “Marcel has taken everything away from me. He murdered the woman I loved in cold blood and drove me away from the mansion. He is going to pay for this and you are going to help me make sure he gets what he deserves,” Eden said with an angry, hurting face. ★

Edith wasn't going to listen easily. She scanned the room and suddenly shouted, "Martin!" A young man stepped out from the crowd, his hand over his face as if trying to remain unnoticed. He yelled, "What the hell did you do this for, Edith?! You're killing me! If I'd known you were just here to pull this shit on Taylor, I never would've brought you! Your sentence is only being deferred, for God's sake!" I recognized him immediately. He was Martin Brown, Edith's cousin and Sally's nephew.

“You’re here.” “I’m here.” Martin closed the door behind him. Stepped closer. The chain felt heavy in his pocket, but he pulled it out—silver glinting under the desk lamp. Held it out. “I read the letters. All of them. I want to wear this again. But only if we do this right. No more half-truths. No more hiding. No more running.”

she said, grabbing her needle. But before she could, Martin gripped my arm. "Darick, do you know I saw Edward tonight? He said he was so proud of you. That you’ve done so well…" He closed his eyes and smiled. Amber looked at me with wide eyes. "Sew him up quickly." My eyes blinked rapidly as I tried to force back tears. Edward had died long ago, and I didn't know whether Martin was hallucinating or if he was headed to the underworld; either way, I knew he wasn't in good shape.

Margaret breathed a sigh of relief and went into the room to order Loraine to heat up the food quickly. Eden was in a luxury ward, replete with all the facilities possible. Loraine went to heat up the food. While Margaret was watching Eden, she quickly took out her phone and sent a message to Deborah, telling her that Edric had returned from Mencodia and it was very likely that Irene was with him.

~Destiny's POV~ I never thought I'd get pinched in a place like this...a dingy little mini-mart on the edge of downtown, the kind where the fluorescent lights buzz like angry hornets and the air smells like stale coffee and desperation. It was late, past midnight, and the streets outside were slick with rain, reflecting the neon glow from the sign that flickered 'Open 24/7.' I was broke as hell, my wallet lighter than my mood after a shitty shift at the diner. A couple energy drinks and a pack of smokes? That's all I swiped. Easy in, easy out. Or so I thought.

He paused for a long moment before saying, “I suppose at this point it won’t matter. We are heading for Eden.” “Eden?” I exclaimed softly in complete lack of understanding as to where that was. “Yes, at least that’s what the Nazis called it. Never been there myself, but I’m sure that it’s a regular goose marching paradise.” My mind searched for clues as to what made sense of what I was hearing. Pulling on memory I said, “Do you mean Antarctica, the part of it called New Swabia by the Germans in World War II?” “Well, now, you do know a thing or two, don’t you my dear. No bad American blonde jokes for you, although I do detect a little something else other than American.”

The horse slowly continued down the road, sensing that something isn`t right. When they reached the hill, the merchant knew exactly what it was. The remains of camp or a battle, he wasn`t sure…nor did he wanted to know. He turned, mounted his horse and went into the other direction. The Long Road, they call it. It certainly earned that name. Somewhere high above him, on rocky edge, hidden among two sides of the mountain stood an inn, old and freshly repaired, but still it was an inn. He hurried his horse. The inn was large, it had three of four floors, he couldn’t tell. It was getting larger and larger with each passing feet. He dismounted. Two large, but rundown, wooden doors loomed over hi

Eddy was so lost in her beauty that he did not see her stop in front of him. "Hey, mister! Here!" She snapped her fingers before Eddy, jolting him to reality. "Who are you?" "Uhm," Eddy suddenly became confused. He scratched his head that was not itching. "I, I, uhm-i..." he suddenly coughed. "I am Martin Derek, a writer. I have a letter for Mr. Antonio." "Martin Derek..." The woman drawled, looking at Eddy's messy red hair. His eyes were a brilliant shade of jade, shinning through the spectacles on the bridge of his nose. "You don't look like a 'Martin Derek'," she stated.