Clary king."Where is he?" I pressed my dagger deeper into my once-called friend's neck.
"I don't fuckin know!" I twisted his arm more, "Ow-Ow—Come on Clars you know I'm on your side!"
"Peter, you've five seconds to give me useful information before I break your arm."
"A-Alright! Alright! You cruel woman!" He tried to move to ease the pain, but I just added more pressure on his twisted arm.
" three seconds."
"I don't where he is! No one knows." I let go of his arm motioning for him to go on.
"After the massacre he disappeared. His soldiers room the place like a plague," he tried steadying his breath, "He got even more paranoid than he was before.W-why do you wanna know where he is," he massaged the arm that I twisted moments ago.
"Why do you wanna go back to him? I thought that's what you wanted," I scanned the room for any cameras, but as Four said they were all disabled, "you finally escaped him. Why do You wanna see him after all this time?"
"He's my mission."
Hey guys this is gonna be book two of The Rebel series.I'll start updating this book after finishing the Rebel. Anyway tell me what do you guys think of the prologue and what does Clary means by
"he's my mission"Jasmine 🥀
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FanfictionThe Rebel sequel~ "I'm from hell. I'll bring you hell," he faced my back as I struggle with the ropes holding me in place, "And I'll make your life a living hell," he leaned in nuzzling my neck. "I hate you. I hate you so much." I tried steadying my...