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“Sinclair.
“Tell me, Blackwell, is this one a good fuck?”
“If she gave me a ride, do you think—”
“And they say mortals are fools,”
Page eight hundred and eighty-two.
Gabriel White.
Tessie Grimm.
What a broken little family,
Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken.
“Gabriel White is your father.”
“Your disappearing act? You get that from him. It’s how I knew the knives wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Your father was a Specter,”
herself, Luci, Leon, Cade, Beau, Eric, Edna, James, and Charlotte.
Jasper clapped his hands together. “Alright, you miserable souls, it’s time for my game.
A deadly game unfurls, upon a twisted board, watch every step you take, or your fate will be untoward. To gain the upper hand, levers are in play, but be careful which you choose, the pendulum swings both ways. Temptations in numbers, don’t overcount, forward or backward, a single key to get out.
Riddle #4
“Ophelia, you’re first.”
There’s this whole bit with collars and chains… you wouldn’t happen to enjoy being choked, would you?
If you knock on the ground three times you’ll survive,
“As it turns out, I don’t like being choked,”
“Not by metal collars at least.”
“Look who’s finding her teeth.”
“Why are you torturing me?”
“Delicious,” he said.
“I think I should make you beg. As punishment for teasing me.”
“Try and hold on to that while I do this. I adore a challenge.”
“Reach up and grab the headboard,”
“Ophelia,” he grunted. “Fuck, angel, I never want to be anywhere else but right here. Inside you.”
“I think you might be the closest to heaven I’ll ever get,” he whispered.
“Blackwell?” “Yes, angel?”
“I feel less alone with you, too.”
I think maybe I’m falling for you.
Finally alone,
Do it,
This ought to be good.
Do it,
Do it!
Phantasma’s creator—Salemaestrus—who
This is what you deserve, foolish girl. Why don’t you try smashing the windows? Jump to your doom.
“Need to keep your little mortal on a tighter leash, don’t you think, Blackwell?”
And did you see her body?
As if you could compete.
Or maybe you’re just as much of a monster as me,
Let her die,
Let him drain all the life from her. It’s what they deserve.
No! Let her die!
You’re a monster!
He’s probably fucking that Devil against a wall somewhere in the manor,
If you knock on the side of the tub three times, maybe you can stop it from happening.
Did you see how pretty she was?
Ebony hair, violet eyes, sinful smile. What do you think her name sounds like on his tongue?
