❝𝒎𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒔.❞
(you're missing from me.)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Iva Laurent lost her parents when she was eight. Sold to the black market by her only relative left on this earth, she was l...
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LONDON January Location: Elysium, Lethe
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"Iva Laurent (Vivienne Yuan)," we reported our names accordingly to the administrator and her fingers moved intensely across the keyboard, punching in our details accordingly. In a moment, she smacked the enter button before standing up from her seat and walked over her desk to face us.
"Please follow me," she gestured in a toneless manner.
The administrator didn't bother introducing herself and she hadn't bothered turning her head around to speak to us as she guided us through numerous hallways. But well, at least I learnt that her name is Gia Sanchez when she did an identity scan a through the doors. As we move nearer towards the Guardian's office, I couldn't help but wonder about what Seth said this morning. Side-eyeing Vivienne, I mentally sighed — crossed my heart and hope to die, probably literally.
At last, Gia guided us into a dark room, and floor panels lit up in soft white beneath our feet. When we reached the middle of the room, a trigger was activated and the whole room lit up to reveal a lady who sat behind her desk in a laid back manner. She was clad in full black and her face was covered by the brim of her large hat, giving off an air of mystery that is apparent in all the Guardians. I looked towards Vivienne and she nodded at me, knowing that both of us now stood in front of our new adopter, the Guardian of Lethe.
"It's nice to have the both of you here at Lethe," the Guardian laughed, in her deep and sonorous voice that sounded unworldly. "Please don't blame it on Harod, I was the one who insisted on the transfer."
"Why?" Vivienne probed, careful.
"Before I forget, oh dear, please pardon my manners," she mentioned, ignoring Vivienne's question as a whole and her thoughts seemed to be everywhere else other than trying to answer our doubts. "My name is Morgiana."
"Sure," I responded. I already know it, but if it pleases her to repeat herself.
"Going back to your question on the transfer—" She straightened her back and pushed herself off the roller seat. Her heels clicked resoundingly in clean, paced staccatos that echoed through the vast emptiness of her office. Facing us, she asked, "Well, I had assumed that Seth Raynard would tell both of you about it."
I flinched slightly and felt Vivienne tense beside me. The both of us didn't dare to utter a single word as we threaded carefully across her landmine of words, never knowing when it would be a wrong step that would result in misfortune befalling on us.
"I could guess what the both of you are thinking in your own head," she said while facing us and my senses jolted when I felt a chill along my spine at the thought that she could perhaps really read our minds.
