![]() “Yes,” Kosta murmurs, leaning back in his chair and rubbing the beard on his face. “There are parts that I remember, that I shouldn’t…” I whisper, gazing at the ceiling. That’s how I knew what to do the first time I ever picked up the dragon staff. When I was with Patience, they trained me with fire. Weekends were for Patience weekdays were for my school. ![]() I remember the life I lived with Hope, the life I lived with Patience. The leather on the sofa sticks to my sweaty back, but I don’t dare move. That may have not been directly Killian or Midnight Mayhem’s fault, but everything avalanches into one eventually. I was groomed for this life since I was eight years old. ![]() I sighed, leaning my head against the top of the couch. Hope came walking down the long hallway, holding a coffee mug. Seriously? I thought I would have had more time than this? Thirteen? I knew a couple girls from school who got theirs when they were younger, but seriously? Mother Nature visited me for the first fucking time ever. They took away all that I loved, and instead of killing me too, they made me live with the emptiness of having no parents. ![]() They took everything away from me that made me, me. Once again, the Cornelii family took something from me. ![]() Instead of shooting me, he lowered the gun and let us drive away. At eleven years old, he killed my father. Then slowly, that smirk slid onto his face with his two dimples sinking into each cheek. Bright blue eyes shaped by fluffy black lashes. ![]()
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