My Monster
She shakes her head, and he growls at her.
She flinches, blood draining from her face.
“Talk!” I hiss, annoyed.
“The New Order. They asked me to do it. In return, they would cure Tyler’s illness,” she mumbles, and I arch a brow.
“So you do care about him,” I say, amused. She looks away, her jaw clenched tight.
“How did you get in touch with them?” Kaziel asks, and she sighs.
“T-they have a website. The cult is bigger than you think. They serve a strange god. I don’t know why they want the heart of the vessel, but that’s all I know,” she croaks.
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