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Alinda sneered. Alinda laughed sarcastically at Andien's pale face. "You have a pretty high 1Q, but that doesn't make you a smart and reasonable person, Andien," Alinda teased. Andien tried to digest Alinda's words and fell silent. Could Alinda be Vishnu's daughter by another woman? "No, no. Everyone is free to claim where the seed came from, but I don't care, because Vishnu has never acknowledged marriage to any woman other than Anjani. It's up to you what you think your status is," Andien said.

I sang along to the radio as I took more swigs. I noticed their was a cliff on the side of the road. It's no use in staying here. I'm fucking miserable and I don't want to be alive anymore. "And we are, we are, we are, got me up all night. And we are, we are, we are all I'm singing is love songs." I sang as I finished my bottle of vodka. My vision became blurred and tears streamed down my face as I hit my steering wheel. "I fucking love you Kat." I yelled.

The rough voice of Christopher snarls. "Christopher, you can't be this childish!" The Officer crosses his arms. "Um, what's wrong?" I shyly whisper, interfering with their verbal fight. "Oh, here she is too." Christopher sarcastically notes my arrival. "What's going on?" I ask again. "What's this cacophony about?" "Veronika, leave us alone." The Officer orders. "Okay." Not knowing what's going on, I walk outside the station, yet leave the door slightly open, curiosity at its finest.

" Ayo said in his pidgin tongue. "That show how addicted am to all his music, I just like his personality." Yushraf reveal. "Ahh that guy don spoiled. I no like all this oyibo song oh, see davido, wizkid and korede omo that guy too fine abeg but sha you fine pass am again. "You're always funny Ayo, I don't like Nigeria music because most of their lyrics is just full of insult and some meaningless word. Unlike foreign once." Yushraf try to explained his point.

It looked like it was practically built for students to sneak out. I was just about to jump down to the other side when his voice called out once more. "Hey, rule breaker!" I glanced back over my shoulder. "What?" "Who are you?" I let a slow smirk spread across my face before giving him my answer. "Andriette."

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.

It’s faint, barely audible, but it vibrates through my bones like a tuning fork struck against grief. Ten stones. Nine intact. One cracked. The crack has widened. Not by much, but enough for me to notice. The hum intensifies as I approach, the sound climbing into something almost musical, almost pleading. I stop a few feet away. Kael halts beside me. “You feel that,” I say. “Yes,” he replies grimly. The cracked stone pulses once. A whisper of air slips from the fracture, brushing my cheek like a breath drawn too late. “This is where it starts,” I murmur.