𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭.
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For five years, Evelyn turned up missing. Locked at the bottom of an endless void of water in a metal safe. Trapped in a coma of her own. Though she returns, nothi...
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I toss and turn in my sleep, trying to get what sleep I can.
I walk through a void, looking in the darkness. I expect to find something, but I find none.
"Killian." Her voice echoes, haunting me, even in my sleep. "Killian." Her voice is melodic yet fearful.
"Grace?" I call into the darkness.
"Killian." She calls once more. "Save me." She sounds desperate. "Killian." I look forward and freeze, Grace standing in front of me. She looks pale, blue-ish. Wet. She reaches out for me. I reach for her, her voice still haunting me. "Help me." Her mouth doesn't move, yet it parades around me, taunting me.
I almost reach her, but she slides back into the abyss, her eyes full of tears. She's scared, and I want nothing more than to help her. "No. Grace!" I yell, trying to chase after her. But she's gone.
I wake up in a cold sweat, panting.
I look beside me, the empty bedside shocking me back into reality. She's still gone.
It's been twenty-two days. Twenty-two days, and we're getting nowhere.
She haunts me. In my dreams, in my daily life. I see her, I hear her. But, oh, how I wish to hold her just one time.
I know she doesn't think of that night as a 'one time thing'. I saw the look on her face. She knew it meant something; she just didn't want to admit it to herself.
I peel back the covers and place my feet against the rug. I pull myself up and walk to the bathroom, splashing my face with cold water to wake me up.
I'm not going to sleep anytime soon.
I sigh, dabbing a hand towel on my face. I switch off the light, get dressed, and walk to my study. I've tried to find something, anything, about Inhumane Wards, but there's next to nothing.
I run my hand through my hair, frustrated. This is taking too long. She could be dead. Lilly could be dead. Ari could be dead. All three of them could be dead, or worse, tortured.
At this rate, it could take years. How am I supposed to find them if I can't find anything on the places they're in?
"It doesn't help the fact you're looking in the wrong books." My head snaps up at the voice.
"Who are you?" A raven-haired woman sits in one of the chairs, her leg hung over the arm of the chair. She's dressed in black, a leather jacket, skinny jeans, and high heeled boots. She has the same style of Grace, which sends a pang of hurt through my chest.
"God, she is so going to pay for this." She mutters. Then she stands up, takes a few steps forward, and places her hands on the desk, leaning forward. "I'm Malia."
"You know Grace." It's not a question.
"Know doesn't quite do it justice. I'm what people consider her dark side." She half-heartedly shrugs.
