2 Elijah Nightingale

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When I was only 16, Elijah had found me, left for dead in the middle of the road. The men who had left me for dead had tried to drown me. I was afraid Elijah was going to kill me.

He was going through the small little town I had lived in. That was the first near death experience I had had. Elijah had saved me, or so I had thought.

Elijah had picked me up and carried me to his carriage. He set me down on the seat next to him. He wrapped a red cloth around me. “I'll take care of you.” he said, lifting the sleeve of my dress up. “Storm.” he said, saying my peasant name.

That's all I remembered until the night of the ball when I found out why Elijah had brought me. 

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