❝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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Everyone looked as damaged as each other the moment we gathered at the last meeting point. The only ones almost unscathed were Micah, Porter and Jax, while the rest of us were bandaged up here and there. Veronica seemed to have sustained the most serious injury from the look of those blood-soaked bandages wrapped around her abdomen and she was almost dragging her feet when she walked.
"Leave me behind," Veronica spoke weakly, trying to remove herself from Nash's hold.
"Are you fucking stupid?" Vivienne whispered harshly, slinging her other arm over her shoulder and supported her. "We're not leaving anyone behind."
"When we enter, Micah, Jax and I would be at the front dealing with the Titaness," Porter began. "Nash, Esme and Viv, the three of you would stay behind, supporting us as back up. And lva, we're leaving Veron to you. Both of you would be our last line of defence. Is that clear?"
"Yes," I turned towards Veronica and said in a low voice, "Time to be nice and don't bite, alright?"
"Bitch." Veronica glared in my direction.
"Thanks for the compliment," I breathed out a laugh.
Jax traced an apotropaic symbol and faint glyphs appeared on our arms, disappearing right after a brief moment. I felt the warmth of energy coursing through me and drawing a deep inhale, the door was pushed open.
I took Veronica from Nash and Vivienne, positioning ourselves in the sequence that was planned. As we moved deeper into the room, our feets sunk into the shallow pool of water and right ahead of us was an otherworldly beautiful lady. Under all the silvery moonlight, her ivory hair and pale skin gleamed. She leaned lazily by the edge of the pool, donned in a gauzy white tunic and chains of silver accessories that did almost nothing to conceal her body.
"Tethys," Micah was the one who called out to her.
The Titaness fluttered her eyes opened and look at the eight of us. Her eyes were pure white — no pupils and no irises. A slight smile shone in her expression and she laughed, faint and sonorous like wind chimes. "Children of Elysium."
A sudden force rippled through the room and orbs of water floated around the Titaness. She enthused, "My dear nephew, Hades, decided to send me eight playthings this evening. It wouldn't be nice of me to leave all of you hanging, would it?"
