Chapter 12

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I would love to know who made this picture because oh my fuck

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I would love to know who made this picture because oh my fuck. I'm literally drooling.

Can we all just agree that Jacob is hot as hell?

Also, I'm not sure if anyone has noticed but I try to stray away from the main plot like in the game. You already know what happens and honestly I read so many great fics but they go along the storyline literally word for word. This is Scarlett's story and I wanted it to be I guess a little more original? Or am I straying to far away?

Anyways! Another chapter!

Anyways! Another chapter!

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Jacob wasn't himself.

Maybe it was because the way he sank his blade into Pearl Attaway's throat, how easily it slid into her skin like soft butter. Or it could have been the way his heart sank in betrayal.

It could've been the way her eyes seethed with amusement and hatred all at the same time. That she had taken Jacob for a fool; she was taken down by an assassin of all people.

"It's business." She hissed curtly, gagging on her thick blood that oozed from her neck. Her strict up-do falling out of place only the slightest. Still, in her dying moments the Templar was proper. Jacob breathed in a tight wheeze as he stained the white handkerchief crimson, tucking the material into his petticoat

Just merely another chess piece off of the bored. One piece closer to Starrick.

He cursed at himself, beating himself up for thinking that perhaps he was doing something right. That perhaps Pearl wasn't all that she played out to be. He had listened to her commands like a damned dog.

All he wanted to do was to prove to Evie that he was capable.

The thought of his older twin sister finding out already caused a dull headache to peak.

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