Page 187 of The Masks and the Dancer (Their Obsession 2)

CHAPTER45

CHRISTY

“Noooooooo!”

I spin on my feet, my skirt whipping out around my legs as One rushes towards me, blade in hand. Her makeup is smudged, her hair wild about her head, a crazed look in her eyes.

She’s a woman scorned. A woman in pain. A woman who has lost everything.

And in those few short seconds before the knife impales itself in my chest, I’m given a glimpse into a future that doesn’t include me, a parting gift from Fate, so utterly cruel in its beauty.

I see my aunt and uncle dancing in their kitchen, their lined cheeks pressed against each other as their favourite song plays on the radio.

I see Iris as a teenager, her pretty face lit up with laughter as she watches something funny on the television.

I see Kate and Beast sitting at a table talking animatedly with a group of friends, a baby with bright green eyes and a shock of dark curly hair being doted on by four handsome men and a woman with a pretty smile.

I see Two in a black cocktail dress sipping a Martini and talking softly to a man who’s looking at her like she’s the centre of his universe.

I see Three and Seven on stage in a club, she’s dancing, he’s singing. They’re both smiling.

I see Four and Eight standing on a balcony overlooking the Eiffel Tower, their arms wrapped around each other.

I see Five teaching a little girl with long dark hair like hers how to throw a knife.

I see Six singing in the Royal Albert Hall filled to the brim with an enraptured audience.

I see Nine, Ten and Eleven stepping out of a cottage on a warm summer’s day, laughing at how their puppies tumble and play in the long grass.

I see Thirteen in an overgrown garden, a determined look on her face as she pulls up weeds and churns the dirt with her bare hands.

I see Nala with a paint brush in her hand, standing in front of a mural in the Grand Hall, a gentle smile on her face.

I see Jakub walking through the forest surrounding the castle, lost to his thoughts.

I see Leon swimming in the lake beneath our feet, the cool water sliding over his naked skin.

I see Konrad playing an acoustic guitar, his eyes shut as he strums the strings.

I see the three of them dressed in smart black suits, standing by a graveside, the branches of a willow tree hanging just above their heads.

I see The Masks alive and well and all I can think of is one thing…

I never did get to tell them that I love them.

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