“Where are we?” My sudden voice caused both Enzo and Daphne to jump. Realizing that I had just awoken, Enzo gently set me down. My legs were shaking, and the pain was still almost unbearable, but at least I could stand on my own two feet. “Looks like there’s a village up there,” Enzo explained.
Nina The morning sun came too soon. None of us slept for more than a few minutes. Either we were too frightened and just didn’t want to admit it, or our minds were whirling with too many possibilities. I spent the remaining hours of the nighttime laid out on the mattress, letting the shaman’s me
My words were met with abject silence. Daphne and Enzo looked back and forth between me and each other, completely taken aback by my insane suggestion. “Please.” I looked up at Enzo as tears began to mist over my eyes. “You know we can’t leave him anyway. It’s not… it’s not right.” Enzo stared a
Nina The very idea of tunnels made me feel claustrophobic. After what Edward had done to me beneath Mountainview, I couldn’t even begin to fathom willingly going into any kind of tunnels. Ever. And yet, here I was, bravely marching into a cave in search of my friend. What could be a more noble
Nina “I knew you would come back for your little friend.” The cold, sharp points of the spears pressed against our backs felt like nothing compared to the bite of Mila’s words. God, I felt like a stupid little child in that moment. We had walked straight into a trap. A rather obvious one, at tha
“Well then,” Mila said with a self-satisfied sigh. “I suppose there’s no use in more theatrics. You two will be returned to your chambers to begin the memory extraction process, and the undead boy here…” She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I think I’ll keep him, actually. After a bit of reed
Nina The first thing I felt was the sensation of soft carpet on my cheek. Then, I felt hands on me, lifting me up to a sitting position. The third thing I noticed were faces: Enzo, Luke, my mother and my brother. “Nina?” Enzo murmured. “Nina, are you okay?” I nodded stiffly, although my throat
Nina “Nina, Enzo. Please, come in.” Enzo and I exchanged a wary glance with each other before we stepped into my father’s study. He was sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, leaning back in his leather chair with one leg crossed widely over the other. Hardly a moment ever passed when I was