Seduction (Curse of the Gods, #3)
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That sun-cycle was now, and that girl’s name was Emmanuelle, formerly known as Emmy. “Did you just re-name me to my original name?” Emmanuelle demanded,
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LMAO
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Emmy was going off the rails, I needed to be responsible. I needed to … stalk her. Responsibly.
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Pfffft
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“Don’t tell me you’re having another sex talk with me?” A sol nearby gave a gasping cough and I realised how loud I was. Whoops.
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Any time the homies meet for taco night. IM DED
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I was left to stand there numbly, staring at Aros’s book bag. I had seen it all. It was burned into my mind. Him covering it wasn’t doing anything
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Pfffft
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I had been at Blesswood for no more than a few moon-cycles,
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R U SERIOUS
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she had her hand around my elbow and was yanking me across a small courtyard. The pincer grip was strong with this one.
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Pfffft
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and for the third time in as many rotations, I found myself fighting against a darkness that wanted to eat away at my mind.
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Its dru
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I rolled the body into the space, accidently hitting the head once or twice—not that it mattered. The person was already dead.
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U DUM BITCH NOOOOO
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When I opened my eyes again, the white sheet over my face had disappeared, along with the smell of musty wood and the feel of bodies stacked around me.
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So its not dru
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I didn’t even pause to think about the fact that evil Willa had gone ahead and stuffed another body into another tiny storage space, as though taking cues from me.
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This isnt going to end well
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Sneaking to the door with as much stealth as I could muster, I managed to not make a single noise. To be fair,
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This cant be good
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Ten tokens said I could take them all out in one well-timed blackout.
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THATS NOT A GOOD THHING
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But nothing was stopping Chaos when it was ready, and apparently it had something to say. I came back to myself at the sound of a shout;
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MOON KNIGHT
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I didn’t even want to think about what Chaos Willa had done with her—no doubt it involved a tight space and squishy body parts.
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it didn’t seem to matter to Chaos. Dead or alive, if it could squish, it could fit.
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Something I tried actually worked? Hell yeah! I started silently congratulating myself, only to find Rome shouting, “Hell yeah,” at the same time as my mental thought.
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Oh no
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I was stunned for a click, darkness dancing across my vision. What the hell was in his pants? Steel ballbags?
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“Whoever you’ve been soul-linked to will always have a connection with you. An eternal bond.”
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:O now im QUITE interestted in Cyrus
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then he pulled me from the opening. One hand was planted on my shoulder, steering me back toward the main room.
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I am sure He has to exercise restrain bc he is the most untamed with his desires lol
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Just as soon as they fell asleep and I was able to do it undetected. “Don’t even think about it.” The reprimand was a rough sound,
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CAUGHT
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“You put your hands on me tonight and I’ll break the stupid pact and take every damn consequence they give me.”
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I KNEW IT
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“That is not my name,” she replied, her voice formal and metallic-sounding. “I am called Donald.”
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Oh shit
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would do with a building full of tokens, though. They would probably just end up cleaning them all and then stacking them neatly, before sneaking right back out the way they had come.
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A male voice cut through my freezing terror. “I’m keeping an eye on Emmy; she’s fine.”
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Cyrus?
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“Like … died and ascended to Topia?” “More like murdered and smuggled into Topia, but you can tell whatever version of the story you want to all your new Topian friends.
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PFFFT
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“What is it?” “An asshole was too … small a word to describe you. You’re an asspit. An asschasm. An asscrater—” “Wow,” he interrupted,