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I could tell him to go to hell, but if I do, he won’t give me any help if the situation demands it. I could take the chance. Maybe Morgan will stop every attempt to post those videos. Maybe we’ll find the stalker before they can destroy Sarah, for good.
And maybe I’ll be riding a pink unicorn into the fucking sunset.
Me: We could initiate her. Me and the guys, on our floor.
Pa: If you’d made her join sooner three days ago, probably. Now? No.
I know he’s right, but that doesn’t make it any less infuriating.
Me: Fine. But remember, Father: she is mine. My future wife. None of you are getting inside her.
Pa: Afraid of a little competition?
Me: You impregnate everything you touch.
Pa: Noon, sharp.
Sarah is not going to like this one bit. But she can pass her initiation tomorrow, and become one of us, or she can watch her world burn if any of us fails to protect us.
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SARAH
Adelicious smell hits my nostrils, luring me out of sleep. I blink, to find a large wooden tray filled with carbs and fruits and freshly squeezed orange juice.
I glance up to Marius, yawning. “Breakfast in bed? I could get used to this.”
For some reason, he winces. “I asked Rhys what he does when he has bad news.”
Bad news. I sigh, straightening. I don’t know why I expected anything else. “What is it? I’m assuming we’re dealing with more stalking shit.”
He catches me up on everything Morgan found. When he offers to show me the videos, I refuse. I know exactly what’s in them.
What the hell am I gonna do? My instinct is to flee, run as fast as I can, as far as I can, but the internet is global. And it’s not like running helped me get away from all that in the first place. I might have a good life here in Thorn Falls, but that monster still found me.
If the stalker truly does upload those videos, I’m so fucked. Will they rescind the scholarship? Probably. I’m sure there’s a behavioral provision.
“I need to get Morgan the biggest, most expensive bouquet of roses for stopping that.”
“But there’s a chance she can’t, next time,” Marius says, somewhat gently.
That doesn’t soften the blow.
I don’t know what to say or do, but silence would be worse. If we don’t speak, I’ll think. “Thank you for breakfast. I really appreciate it.”
Except I’m not eating anything. The food that, moments ago, smelled so good, makes my stomach turn.
This is still following me, after all these years.
“I wonder…” I shake my head. “But that’s not possible.”
Marius sits by my side, bringing his hand to my leg. “What, sweetness?”
It makes no sense, but I still say, “How old did I look in the first videos? You watched them, right?”
“Young.” He winces. “I didn’t watch much of it, just clips here and there to see what we were dealing with. I’d say fifteen? Something like that.”
“And I was touching myself.”
