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Are you ready for one final game, sweetheart?
the red woman will hurt me again. She’ll beat me. She’ll make my skin burn.
A white halo surrounds her, complete with her white cotton dress and bunny shoes. An angel. She’s like the angel statue Mum has in our garden. She’s the same girl from the other time. I think it was yesterday.
“I’m sorry them monsters did this to you. They took Eli, but don't worry.” Her palm flattens on my cheek, determination shining in her sparkling blue eyes. “I won’t allow them to take you, too.”
Elsa’s father just shuffled all the chess pieces by showing up from the dead like a fucking ghost.
My attention slides to Van Doren who stands beside Ethan with a proud smirk on his bruised lips. The fucker. I knew there was something up with him since the first time he walked into RES, integrating himself into Elsa’s life like a parasite.
Who the fuck does he think he is to waltz in after ten years of playing dead and take away what’s mine?
“Let’s go home,” she tells her father with such determination, it echoes around the room.
“This is what happens when you fuck people over. You get fucked over in return.”
I shove a hand in my pocket. “Ethan won’t waste time and will attack straightaway.” “Then we attack first.” He stands and buttons his jacket. “Call Levi. We have a war to plot.”
“Are you…” I clear my throat. “Are you my brother?” Knox lifts his gaze from his phone and winks. “Foster brother, babe.”
“I was shot, and I’ve been in a coma since. I only regained consciousness a year ago. If it were up to me, I would’ve found you the moment I woke, but I didn’t want you to see me in that state.”
“He’s not her Aiden,” Dad deadpans. “He’s Aiden King, son of Jonathan King, who ruined our lives.”
There’s something about those towers, but what?
No matter how much has changed, this remains home. My home. Maybe, just maybe, this is where I’m supposed to be.
I sit here, wondering when exactly it was she became such an integral part of my life and the fucking air I breathe.
commit to Silver. Her father and I are friends and go way back. I won’t have you ruin that.”
Queens and I didn’t get together because of what our fathers expect. We got together for a different reason, which will soon be eradicated.
There’s a ton of things I need to do and they all lead back to Elsa, not my family name.
She promised. She fucking promised. If she thinks I’ll let her get away she must not know me after all. I’m happy to have her relearn me all over again.
“You don’t deserve her.” “Just like you don’t deserve Astrid?” “At least I changed for her. What did you do for Elsa?” “I found her again.” And no one will take her away from me.
I might not be able to bring her back, but her aunt and uncle will.
No wonder he’s chosen to be a monster. In his warped logic, being a monster is better than being a weak mess.
That boy was my friend, my light in the darkness. Eli sent him to me.
I used to call Uncle Reginald a superhero because the monsters disappeared when he came along. In my small mind, I used to categorise Ma’s manic episodes as monsters.
For one, although Ma tortured Aiden, Dad was the one who kidnapped him. He was the one who started the vicious circle of ill fate between the Steel and King families.
Knox and Teal are the first ones Ma hurt. Aiden and I aren’t the only survivors.
My monster is all tall, powerful, and beautiful. My monster is Aiden King.
He has no side of the story. He kept a fucking engagement a secret while I was going berserker on the girl who had more right to him than I ever would.
“I don’t give promises I don’t keep. You’re the one who does that over and over again. I told you loving me is a one-way road. I told you not to say the fucking words if you didn’t mean them.” I throw a glance at him over my shoulder. “I meant those words. I love you, Aiden, but I also love myself enough to walk away from you.”
“When I grow up, I’m gonna buy you a bucket of Maltesers.” “Why?” “Because Dad says you have to buy gifts for the one you marry.”
“Promise you’ll marry me.” She holds out her pinkie. I curl mine around hers. “I promise.”
She’s all mine with a capital M. And now, she’s back. This time, only death would do us part.
“Until you forgive me, I won’t fuck you.” “Which means never.” “Believe me, sweetheart. When you know the truth, you’ll beg for it.”
She’s so fucking beautiful. And she’s happy. The fact that she erased me this fast deepens the dark hole inside my chest. If she can get over me so quickly, why the fuck has she told me she loved me? Empty words. Empty promises.
“I needed to stay engaged to him for other reasons, but he wanted to end our arrangement because of you.
“Run and I’ll chase. Hide and I’ll conquer.” He places a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Time to make your move, sweetheart.”
We made a promise. How come I don’t remember it? You’re the one who never keeps her promises.
Surely, a promise made by a seven-year-old and an eight-year-old can’t be that important.
Things We Lost in The Fire by Bastille.
You’re the only thing who breaks the endless vicious cycle.
When I finally came back home, the only person who could’ve made it better was also gone.”
“There hasn’t been a day where I haven’t thought about you. Every time I manage to sleep, I dream of you. You were my obsession since we were kids, but now it’s way fucking worse. I don’t know how I managed to spend eight years without you in my life when now I suffocate if I don’t see you for hours.” My eyes fill with tears. “Aiden…” “Choose me, Elsa. Choose us.”
“My intentions towards your daughter are simple,” I say with the calmest, most determined voice I can manage. “She’s mine.”
“I couldn’t care less about families clashing. I’ve already taken a side and it’s Elsa’s.”
“Once you accept that fact, I’ll accept to be your heir. Until then, you’re my enemy.”
He’s everything I shouldn’t want, and also everything I need.
“What is that?” “An arrow.” “Why an arrow?” “Daddy says when you feel bad, you should keep that energy inside.” “Why inside?” “So you can store it for later. Bad things happen for a reason.”
His arrow tattoos are inspired by what I drew back then.
Truth is, we were and still are lost souls finding refuge in one another.
