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The car begins to slow, the headlights turn off, and we are almost there.

“How many people do you think will be there?” I question.

“It could be empty, there could be a couple or everyone, this time I don’t know.” His response is honest and blunt, Elijah.

We pull up to the field where the followers usually park for Chapel. We are relying on the light of the night sky to reveal any possible threats. Squinting I try to make out objects in the dark, but it’s nearly impossible.

“We need the headlights, this is dangerous.” I try to convince him, but fail. He doesn’t listen.

A part of me knows he knows this place like the back of his hand, I need to trust his instincts as I am completely out of my depth here.

As he slams on the brakes, the tires slide along the gravel and the car slides in front of the entrance, which is slightly lit from the torches inside.

“If anyone comes, you fucking go.”

That’s all he says before getting out. The door stays open and he moves quickly, opening the trunk and lugging the body of number two out. My eyes remain glued to the entrance, and I watch the light for shadows or movement. My heart feels like it is in my throat, trying to escape my body. My feet tap repetitively against the floor mat as my thumb twitches against my lap.

Faintly around me, I hear the sound of plastic being torn, it’s loud, and it could bring attention.

My jaw is tightly clenched. Come on Elijah, let's go. I try to encourage him telepathically.

I hear the plastic being crumpled up and footsteps against the gravel, when my eyes notice two shadows on the inside of the entrance wall.

Fuck.

My eyes widen as I prepare to hop into the driver’s seat. At the same time, the trunk slams shut and Elijah races back inside the car.

“Hurry.” I rush him, panicked, we have to move.

The door slams shut, he puts the car in reverse and we floor it out of here.

The headlights remain off as we race to leave. We are only feet away when the two shadows become bodies, revealing themselves outside.

I don’t know how he does it, but he does, turning his headlights on at the exact right moment. They shine on the two people in their cloaks, who have just discovered a dead number two, outside of the front entrance of The Chapel.

We have just declared war.

Chapter 22

Elijah

Rain fell asleep on the drive home.

She is exhausted, still getting accustomed to her new life. This life isn’t for everyone, but she fits into it perfectly. And I cannot wait for her to see the mask I got her, to match mine. I am saving that for our final play time, her father, the devil.

One thing I have noticed is that my little bat hasn’t seemed sad anymore which must be a good sign. Perhaps her mom being close helps.

That night when we went out to see her mom, afterwards her aura changed. The sadness washed away, or hasn’t shown as much as it had previously.

I don’t normally give a shit if someone is upset, ever. With her, all I wanted to do was make her feel better, but I didn’t know how.

We have been sitting in the driveway for an hour, not wanting to wake her, instead watching her. Her chest rising with each shallow breath. Her face is peaceful.

Every so often her nose scrunches, like she has just smelled something horrible. I wonder what she’s dreaming about.

A piece of hair falls on her face, and I reach with my finger to gently move it out of the way. It causes her to stir, while remaining in her slumber.

Moving my head against the headrest, never did I think this would happen. To care so much for another person. To need this person so desperately that I would do anything for them. And to have that given back in return. She is my beginning and end. Rain Sinclair is the other half that I never knew I wanted, but now I need. If she were to ever leave me, I would leave too. Life is nothing but a bore without her in it. No purpose if she isn’t next to me.

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