Lacuna (my missing part) in Latin
Esme Davis's fast life has become stagnant, or so she thinks. Until one fateful night she bumps into him. During the day she is a science major at UCLA, but at night, she is an underground street racer with an unbe...
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Silas
Milo opens the door for me, and I take the steps two at a time up to the front door. Etna opens the door before Milo has a chance to knock, "Questa è lei?" She asks me immediately after spotting Esme in my arms, and I nod.
(Translation: This is her?)
Etna steps back for us to come in, and I reply, "Si, questa è lei."
(Translation: Yes, this is her.)
After moving aside, I carry Esme inside with both Etna and Milo hot on my heels. "Le donne saranno così felici." Etna says, and I hum in agreement. Genesis has been on my case since Esme was taken- rightfully so- and it brings me peace to know I have returned her sister to her.
(Translation: Ah, the ladies will be happy.)
Etna guided me to an empty room facing the backyard, and I gently place Esme on the empty bed. A knock on the door echoes through the empty room, and Etna opens it in a heartbeat.
I expect to see Genesis when I turn around, but instead a man I'd say in his mid fifties walks over to me, and he nods his head in respect.
"I am Dr. Edward Thomas. Nice to meet you."
I stayed in the room, right behind Dr. Thomas Gray as he examined Esme, and dressed her wounds.
Every wound I found on her is one I'd inflict on Maxim when I head downstairs.
...
Closing my eyes, I lean back in the chair next to her bed, and hold Esme's hand in my own like I have been doing for the past two nights.
When Etna informed everyone of Esme's safe return, Genesis had the hardest time seeing her in this state. Although they haven't said it, I know they blame me. But I was stuck between a rock and hard place. Turning over fifty six years of blood, sweat, and tears to Maxim would make my Grandfather roll over in his grave.
My hand itched to make that call to Maxim, but I couldn't. Esme knew this world was dangerous, but I promised her I'd shield her from it. And I failed to uphold that promise.
As if she knows I'm thinking about her, her hand twitches, and my eyes fly open. Esme blinks up at the ceiling with a look of discomfort covering her face. She reaches her hand up to touch the bandage around her forehead, and lets out a hiss when she presses too hard.
"Esme?" She slowly turns her head around to look at me, and to my surprise, smiles. Esme tugs me closer to her, and throws her arms around my shoulders when I am in reach.
I use my free hand to keep myself up, while holding onto her with my other. "Thank you." She says, but starts coughing uncontrollably.
Moving over to the nightstand, I pour her a cup of water from the pitcher of lemon water Aubrie made for her, and pass it to her.
