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A month of finding out I wasn't who I thought I was. I took a deep breath and let my back sink into the seat. The road ahead might be hard. But I had to get there first. The drive from Anatolikos to Dytikos was a never-ending stretch of gray road. It was long, boring, and—thanks to Cain—dead quiet. I had begged him for an audiobook, naming twenty different titles, but he only gave me cold shrugs and grunts. I tried to start a conversation, but I might as well have been talking to the dashboard.

The hot audiobook narrator continued in his breathy voice, “I demanded, pulling her close by her hair.” Damon raised his brow, and I quickly blurted, “Alexa, play Despacito.” But of course, I had an iPhone, and the audiobook kept going, the voice actor whispering, “‘Mhmm, good girl. Now touch it—fuck, yes.’” I pursed my lips hearing the groan, and Damon crossed his arms when I went back into the bathroom and stopped the audiobook. I finally took a breath and slowly walked out, even though I wanted to die from embarrassment.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

one The young man's cold voice rang in the room, while the cold breeze of autumn was much warmer and warmer than his voice. He had already slammed the door and left without his mother needing to speak to his father. While Nevra and Altan looked after their son with sad eyes, Altan turned his full eyes to the window next to his bed: one

Now I had an advantage. “Love, in the end we are all murderers” He purred behind me. Suddenly pain erupted in the back of my skull. As dots flashed in my vision. I gave one last glare towards the henchmen who were still watching from afar. One of them, a male with startling sapphire eyes stiffened taking a few cautious steps forward. He appeared to be talking to the leader above me. Though with my ringing ears all I could see was black spots as they conversed before being engulfed in the claiming blackness. Maybe we should of left before the ball...

“But we also don’t bring strange things back to the village unless we know what they are.” “She’s not a thing, Greer,” Harst snapped. “She’s a girl. She’s hurt.” Greer turned to him slowly. “She’s a girl found naked, alone, bruised, in the middle of the forest on a full moon after weeks of howling in the hills. You want to tell me that’s normal?” Silence settled over the three men. The wind picked up slightly, whispering through the trees. “Two nights ago,” Harst began, lowering his voice, “my nephew swore he saw a pair of glowing eyes beyond the chicken pens. Said it wasn’t any ordinary beast. Said it moved like it was watching.”

I swiped it on and put it on speaker since I was finishing some dishes. “Hello, this is Rae.” “Rae, this is Tyler Perry,” a voice said. “Ha-ha-ha, that’s funny, did Cynthia put you up to this? She’s quite the jokester,” I said ready to hang up. “No, it really is Tyler, I can put you on video chat if you don’t believe me. Look Cynthia gave me a copy of your book, and I have to tell you, I’m obsessed. I couldn’t put it down and I think your story is incredible.

No matter how intriguing the pretty asset is. "I'm only here to help," I offer simply. "I hope so," Max says, and there's a hint of a threat in his voice. ANNA This diner is a rundown way station for truckers and other less discerning travelers to fill their bellies without worry of judgment. It belongs to the men and women of the road, a restaurant at the edge of the world, living in the margin, outside society’s reach.So why do I feel so comfortable here?I guess I’m becoming one of their kind, fallen through the cracks into a demimonde of misfits, alike only in their distaste of the norm.