BUTTERFLY_xing

SPOILER:
          	Kipuka tried to speak, to recite a statute, to summon the prosecutor's voice that kept him safe. But his mouth was sealed. His uniform felt too tight, constricting his throat.
          	
          	Eliot stepped closer. The heat radiating off him was suffocating.
          	
          	"You think if you don't look at it, it stops existing?" Eliot asked, his voice low, a velvet texture over a steel blade. "You think if you stand straight enough, and walk quiet enough, the hunger goes away?"
          	
          	
          	Kipuka wanted to scream Yes. He wanted to run. But his body betrayed him. His body leaned in.
          	
          	"You've always known," Eliot whispered, his hand coming up to hover near Kipuka's face. "You aren't a prosecutor, Kipuka. You're the defendant. You're just waiting to be caught."
          	
          	The truth of it sliced through Kipuka's chest, sharper than any knife.
          	
          	Then, Eliot touched him. 
          	
          	The truth is true_Chapter 04: Under the ice_

SanaSafiya

Hey , loving it , please update the next chapter, truly amazing and intresting.

BUTTERFLY_xing

@SanaSafiya I’m still writing the next chapter, so it may take some time — it’s a longer chapter and includes an important scene I want to get right.
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BUTTERFLY_xing

@SanaSafiya thank you, that means a lot .
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BUTTERFLY_xing

SPOILER:
          Kipuka tried to speak, to recite a statute, to summon the prosecutor's voice that kept him safe. But his mouth was sealed. His uniform felt too tight, constricting his throat.
          
          Eliot stepped closer. The heat radiating off him was suffocating.
          
          "You think if you don't look at it, it stops existing?" Eliot asked, his voice low, a velvet texture over a steel blade. "You think if you stand straight enough, and walk quiet enough, the hunger goes away?"
          
          
          Kipuka wanted to scream Yes. He wanted to run. But his body betrayed him. His body leaned in.
          
          "You've always known," Eliot whispered, his hand coming up to hover near Kipuka's face. "You aren't a prosecutor, Kipuka. You're the defendant. You're just waiting to be caught."
          
          The truth of it sliced through Kipuka's chest, sharper than any knife.
          
          Then, Eliot touched him. 
          
          The truth is true_Chapter 04: Under the ice_