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No more worrying about who might be the killer. But all I felt was cold. --- At noon, I finally stood up. My legs were stiff, my back aching from sitting on the hard floor. I walked to the window and looked out at the campus. Students crossed the quad in groups, laughing, talking, holding hands. The lake glittered in the distance, blue and calm and innocent. The lake where my sister died. The lake where someone held her under until she stopped fighting. I pressed my palm to the glass. "I'm sorry, Alice," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't do this alone."

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

I glanced at the cover. “Where did you even get this?” I asked. She shrugged. “Found it in the closet.” Right. I’d forgotten I’d left some of my sister’s old books here. The last time I’d sat here, my sister had been with me. We’d hidden from the storm, from Father’s guards, from everything that hunted us. Now I was hiding again — only this time, it was with another person I cared about. I looked down at the page Evelyn had been on. Some romance scene — overly sweet, too easy. And yet, a single line caught my eye, something about the way a man touched a woman like she was the only real thing left in the world.

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

“Mishka baby, your home is with me…I love you, Mishka, and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. If you let me, Your sister will always be welcome in our home, baby; she’s your family.” Her eyes fill with tears as she whispers, “I love you too, Ben” She rests her head on my shoulder as we settle back for the flight. Authors note Can they save her Sister? Does her sister want to be saved? Will they reach her in time? And can the team close down this hell hole these girls are working in? Yet more questions, any thoughts? Thanks for reading. Love always, Ellen X

Not everyone could open their stores in front of the school. Serenity was able to open a bookstore here for a couple of years. Could she be leaning on the Yorks? “Ms. Newman, the bookstore is about a thousand feet from here. The first store on your left is the bookstore.” The bodyguard passed Mrs. Newman’s message to Camryn. “Camryn, remember what I told you. Beg for mercy on behalf of your sister. Regardless of the mistake Carrie made, she’s your biological sister!” Mrs. Newman reminded Camryn frostily.

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.

"Public. Specific. No ambiguity whatsoever." He looked at the ceiling briefly. "What did she say." "She called me her sister," Irina said quietly. He looked at her. At her face. At whatever was on it. "Good," he said. Simply. Like it was the only appropriate response to that information. She held his hand. He held hers back. The hospital room did its hospital room thing around them and outside Atlanta went about its Wednesday and somewhere across the city Sasha McKinney was presumably still being available to anyone who wanted to take her up on it and finding, as she'd predicted, that nobody was.

“Is your plan to get me all emotional and cry myself to sleep because it might just work? ” She smiled. “I felt so at home the moment I stepped foot in this pack. You held my hand and led me every step of the way. You have been the kindest and most supportive person, and I don’t know what I would have done without you. I have kept something from you because I was so ashamed to tell you. I realized I never should. We should never keep things from each other. That should never happen between sisters.”