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s a mercy after they left, but
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exi
ithered into my
es fixed on the ceiling, trac
tative to annoyed. *Look, about today... you have to understand
k, my mental voice as cold as the
ckless. What were you doing at that bar anyway? If you hadn't run away, none o
again, twisting the narrative to mak
for the record, Kassandra wasn't 'traumatized.' I saw her, Jacob. She
ll. *Kassandra loves this Pack! She loves me! She would
a Co
d to silence me, to force
subordinate. But this time, it felt... different. It didn't crush
fraying. Maybe because my
ice steady. *But it doesn't matter. You beli
ia, w
k, obsidian wall. I slammed
ed. The silence retu
spun, but I forc
ay here. Not
th my shaky left hand, I wrote a list of the s
thes I had worn to the bar-now torn
t of the inf
ud music and raucous cheeri
shadows until I co
a crown of flowers on Kassandra's head. She was wearing my Moonstone. It looked dull a
na!" the P
verhead, painting th
s, cradling my broken
t my hiding spot, laughing,
exia?" one asked. "Han
"She was always a downer. Kassandr
a gonna do anyway? Pl
und grating against
ee, the rough bark bi
ele
wne
a's S
ebrating their own demise, though they didn't know it
y back on
bbed in time with my heart, but my steps
had no money. I
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ht, leaving the Obsidian P
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