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Sasha crouched down beside me and took out one of my earbuds bringing it to his ear. ‘You really do like Scorpions?’ he asked, incredulous as a hint of amusement danced on his features. ‘I can't wait for the nights with you/ I imagine the things we'll do/ I just want to be loved by you’ I sang along with the song. Sasha sat next to me and sang along too.

“My God, Ronnie… You’re a child still...” “I’m almost eighteen… I bet if we were in bed together you wouldn’t be saying that,” Veronica challenged him boldly and added recklessly. “I’m not a child at all, Sasha, and I could prove it to you if only...” She heard the savage hiss as Sasha expelled the air from his lungs. “Jesus! Have you any idea of what you’re saying... suggesting...?” “I do… I want you, Sasha... I love you... I want to be yours… forever.”

"Sasha, please, don't hurt my family, I'm begging you. What do you want from me, I'll do anything." Again, Sasha laughed out loud, "Anything? Well, Bryan, I don't think I'll be needing your love or your cock anymore. I've come to realize that if I can have you after so many years of wanting you, then I guess no one else should have you. Do you know what this means? There's absolutely nothing you can do to save your family…. They're all gonna be gone very soon."

She wraps her hand in my hair, pulling my head back so she can see the pain in my face. “Do I let you keep one of your ovaries, Layla?” I sob, pain wracking my body, and beg, “Please don't do this, Sasha.” Her voice softens as she whispers in my ear, “You don't need your ovaries, Sis; once I have had my fun, I will kill you.”

Sasha taunts me. “Oh hush, you oversized wolf, you clearly like showing off for him.” I retort back. “Are you finally going to give me some answers?” I ask, irritated at her. “Not yet, impatient child. Soon. Zane will help you with the path you need to take.” Sasha scolds me like I’m the child while she has a snowball fight with our master. “I fail to see how I’m the child here when you’re the one acting like a fucking puppy.”

A crack echoes through the space over the roars and clacking teeth of the rogue Isaac is battling. I watch the light behind the rogue’s red eyes dim then flicker out. But Isaac is still fighting with what I believe is the last rogue left. I charge toward him, rounding the orrery as moonlight begins to drift over its surface, illuminating the strange network of gears and rusted metal. Thrumming voices chant to the beat of ancient drums, calling out my name. Sasha, Sasha, Sasha. I’m not Sasha anymore. Sasha is dead. Buried. Forgotten.

Sasha swaggered closer, holding a pistol in one hand. Betrayed. I tilted my head, listening intently for any other sounds. "I suspect she didn't. Abducting her took quite some courage, although I doubt it was solely for monetary gain. Perhaps it was your own desire for revenge?" Sasha laughed, her seductive voice floating toward me. I remained silent, more intrigued than anything else. I could faintly make out another door, likely leading to the interior of the floor. "Well, you don't have to say a word. How unfortunate that you're going to die. So tragic. Like a beautiful love affair slipping away." Sasha's hand fluttered to her side, and she blew me a kiss.

Then, he tried to rub his furry head against my cheek. Evan was blessed with a head of golden curls. They shone like the afternoon sunlight. I turned my face to the side, looking frigid. "You don't have to make it up to me. You are not the one who betrayed me." 17-year-old Evan had nothing to do with his 27-year-old self who broke our promise. His younger self moaned and sobbed. Tears fell from his sapphire blue eyes. "Bella, how did it come to this?"

“What are you planning?” Sasha leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, deadly whisper. “I’m going to make them pay. They spilled Ethan’s blood, and now I’m going to spill theirs. Let’s just say… I’m about to unleash a side of me that even Ethan hasn’t seen.” Big Tom nodded slowly, something akin to respect in his eyes. “What do you need from me?” Sasha’s mind was already working, formulating the plan that had been brewing ever since she heard the name Dean Hooper. “I need you to back me up. No questions asked.”

She scrutinized Sasha and said sarcastically, “Sasha, look at you. You’re Cinderella today. I thought you were still that Ugly Duckling back at school. Don’t tell me you’ve found a sugar daddy.” Misunderstood as someone clinging onto a rich man, Sasha’s face instantly blushed. She waved her hands anxiously and said, “No, it’s not like that! It’s nothing like that! My boss from Herbal Spring wants me to get some new clothes for work, so that I’d look better.”