Cloaked Beauty

Chapter Twenty - Nine

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Adele – Rolling in the Deep (awesome song, seriously, listen)

There's a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark,

Finally, I can see you crystal clear,
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your sheet bare,
See how I'll leave with every piece of you,
Don't underestimate the things that I will do,

There's a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark,

The scars of your love remind me of us,
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,
I can't help feeling,

Chapter Twenty – Nine – Celeste

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I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself.

The castle hallway wasn't lit very well. It was nighttime, and the only source of light was the minimal candles amongst the walls.

Drake had dropped me by my room around an hour ago. It was late, I should be sleeping. But I couldn't. Wouldn't. Too many thoughts roamed through my mind. I could not stop thinking. And now I couldn't stop pacing the hallway.

“No, I told you not to drink it...”

I stopped, coming to an abrupt halt. My eyes narrowed. Who had spoken. Glancing around, I found no one in my sight. Well, no one standing.

A shadowed figure was slumped outside a door. I realized it was Ashing, but something wasn't right. I rushed to her side, and got on my knees. My breath came out in surprise.

She was surprisingly pale, her eyes sealed shut. Ash seemed asleep, but she had spoken. It had to be her. The voice had been hers.

“I told you not too... it's not my fault,” she muttered. And then out of nowhere, she started to thrash around. “It wasn't me!” she yelled. I had to hold her shoulders to the floor to keep her down. What the heck was happening?