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“I will.”
“If you’re not—”
“I know. I know. You’ll kill me and donate my organs to my enemies.”
Said enemies are every human alive who hates strawberries.
Yeah… lunatics all of them.
And I’m the one who was tested for psychopathy.
Grandpa Benny waves in the background way too pleased with himself. “Have fun, Sunshine.” He wiggles his pepper salt brows as if he knows something I don’t.
“I’m going to work.”
“Yeah you will.”
“Gramps! Shut it!” Before Grandpa Benny can open his mouth again, Stevie ends the call with a kiss my way.
I stare at the black screen, an uneasy feeling settling beneath my skin. Yeah, something is definitely up. I just have no idea what.
With no other choice but to get this whole mess over with, I exhale, slip my phone into my pocket, and step aboard the jet. The moment the aircraft door seals behind me, that feeling returns. It’s quiet yet impossible to ignore.
I didn’t know it then but something was indeed wrong.
Because halfway across the world, a man named Khaos was about to change everything.
Me included.
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Broken Melodies
“Why would I want to wake up from this beautiful nightmare…When you taught me how to dream?” — A
“Shit.” I lean back on the bed and close my limited edition of Jane Eyre.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read this damn book.
A hundred.
Maybe two.
Doesn’t matter.
It still punches me in the chest every single fucking time.
People think my favorite books are about war, revenge, psychopaths, or broken men clawing their way back from hell.
They’re wrong.
This book is one of my favorites.
Always has been.
The first time I read it Mom was sitting beside me.
