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February 25 - March 17, 2025
Her good boy. She was well acquainted with evil. She had stared it in its rotten soul and survived. This animal was pure goodness, and she adopted him on the spot. He was named Cerberus after the three-headed hellhound of Hades, and that name felt prophetic. The Cerberus of myth guarded the Underworld, and the black pitbull guarded her darkness. Her furry beast with a beautiful soul.
He lunged and growled, jaws snapping at her neighbor,
Bet he knows something you don't.
She had never stared at such evil. He was beauty. He was a beast, and every inch of him oozed darkness and power.
What a juxtaposition
despite the lack of concrete evidence, she knew he was the very monster he warned against.
the sight of her prince charming partner made his teeth ache. Eamon wanted Isobel Emerson to himself.
That detective was dangerous. She was too smart. Too determined. She would pin his hide to the wall as her trophy, and part of him liked that idea. She was too beautiful for her own good.
Oh, look, he's crazy.
Was her desire to turn him down simply based on her fear of letting anyone close enough to hurt her? Garrett would never judge her imperfections. He wouldn’t hold her trauma over her.
She liked the woman even though her dog didn’t, and normally she trusted Cerberus’ instincts,
Always. Trust. Your. Dog.
clawed fist. As if someone reached into his ribcage and ripped it out with a hand.”
Emily from the night before as she locked up, chatting all the while with Vera as Bel’s elderly neighbor
What if someone in Bajka is the reason Eamon Stone moved here, and he’s creating a spectacle to keep us running in circles so we don’t see his true intentions?”
Mic drop.
her as if to capture her scent. Bel recoiled as the look in his haunted eyes changed from threatening to predatory, their intensity giving her the impression that the god-like man before her
What is he?!
Just like Brett Lumen, she had allowed her heart to be stolen without drugs to subdue her or a single defensive wound on her body. She had not struggled, not fought to survive. Bel hated that fact most of all. Emily hadn’t tried to live.
Eamon was a ghost, a monster locked away in a castle in the woods.
the best way to avenge the fallen was to not fall herself.
Her feet grew roots,
What's with all the roots refrences!?
Her elderly neighbor was watching Garrett leave with laser-sharp vision, her eyes cold and aggressive.
What's her problem?
Gone was the sensible cop, replaced by raw instinct and terror. Fear pushed her forward,
She shouldn't still be a cop.
Bel couldn’t help but feel that this town’s blood was on her hands.
Dumb.
Maybe she had died that night and this unreasonable case was a Hell tailored specifically for her.
She's really melodramatic.
Vera peering up at her, clutching a purse to her chest with crooked knuckles.
Is Vera a shape shifter? Is she the old woman from the story that turns into a beautiful enchantress?
Isobel Emerson was his. Not Vera’s. Not Garrett’s. Not this town’s. His.
Oh good, he's insane.
damaged Isobel Emerson, whose anxiety won’t let her see what is right in front of her face.”
Again, she shouldn't be a cop still.
She had arrested an innocent man, a man she cared for, and now he was dead.
She deserves to feel this guilt .
She's quite judgemental .
The killer hadn’t transformed him into an object of significance.
This one is personal.
This killing occurred to make a point.
Ta-da
she had made a grave mistake, and the killer demanded she acknowledge it.
As if the owner had been in the woods… or filthy from renovations.
Assuming, much?
“Don’t take me off the case. I need to help him.”
You don't deserve to be a cop.
She would never jeopardize a case,
And yet she pushed to stay on. She doesn't deserve to be a cop.
her guilt eating her alive like a parasite,
Good.
Duh.
“You aren’t going to like this. Deputy Saltz disabled it.”
Mind control?
shadows moved in the woods bordering Vera’s garden.
I swear Vera is behind this somehow.
Oh yeah, she's the blonde woman in disguise.
Not when she was the one who should be serving that warrant,
Narcissistic much?
her feet had grown roots,
Again!
we can’t accuse a man because you don’t like him.
Alcina Magus.
Or is it Vera??
Why does she have a hero complex?!?
She should have never set foot inside this crumbling monstrosity.
Smartest thing said.
Called it.
Cerberus?
*cheers from the crowd intensify*
At least her dog was by her side.
The pitbull was clearly a better judge of character than she,
Duh.
“He’s a good dog,” Eamon said
he was not entirely human,
What is he??
“You took something from me I can never get back.
“You’re a part of me now, and I will always be able to sense you. I can no more leave you than I could stop the sun from rising. No matter how far you flee, I will feel you. I cannot abandon you to suffer this life’s dangers. You are mine to protect.”
