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Last published Thu, Jun 18, 2020
"You have passed your inspection test."
I stared back at him blankly, shoving the emotions away.
"Do you agree to leave your home and everything you have ever known?"
"Yes."
"You will no longer be Emrie Winston. You will no longer wear your heart on your sleeve. Your past is dead. Your future awaits," he paused, cold eyes gleaming. "Will you be a part of us?"
I straightened up and took a deep breath.
"I, Fiera Byre, swear to leave my past behind and make BlackBriar my new home."
Unblinking, I took the knife from his hand and dragged it along the fair skin of my wrist. Ignoring the sting, I looked up just in time to see him smile.
A smile that rattled my bones.
"Welcome to BlackBriar, Fiera."
**WARNING**
Contains violence and swearing. Not for the softhearted.
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