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~𝓔𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 6

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Of course you're not shy You don't have to deny love Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

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Her back hit the wall. Unless she made a spell to teleport away there was nowhere else for her to move, but she didn’t want to leave. Amy’s heart beat faster as Lorey stopped in front of her and touched her cheek. Who knows how long it had been since their last kiss, she had lost count of the years by now. In anticipation, Amy closed her eyes but instead of feeling her boyfriend’s lips on hers she felt the sharp sensation of his teeth piercing into her neck.

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A shadowy figure stood in the curtains. Amy sprang from her bed. “Lorey!”

He took a few steps toward her. “You're not scared of me?”

“No,” she said but took a step backwards anyway.  With ratty clothes, unwashed hair and a scruffy face, he looked terrible.

“But I killed my mother.”

“So did I.” Amy admitted and stepped backwards again. “And my father.” She wasn’t trying to win a body-count competition but she wasn’t the young innocent girl Lorey used to know. They’ve both changed and done regretful things.

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Amy lay across her mattress trying to will herself to crawl under the covers and go to sleep but those eyes that saved her danced before her again. Those eyes that apparently belong to the most useless, aggravating person she has ever met, and she was once acquainted with Myrtus Rosebottom. Unfortunately, if she was going to rely on Thames Pond’s help, she had to tolerate his blockheaded sidekick too. 

She tried to remember what her parents had ever said about the Monterosa family but they lived so far away she wasn't sure if they did ever actually meet. Not being spellcasters, they weren’t important enough for the van Asters in any case. And Detective Agent Milas Monterosa certainly isn't important now.

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A tear spilled down her cheek and Amy wiped it away before more could fall. She has no time to be weak. There’s so much to do to get her life back together before the scholarship learns what happened.

Even with her eyes closed, Amy could sense the emptiness of her bedroom. It felt lonelier than being trapped in Alouette’s cells. Here, in her own home, she expected to hear her mother’s voice chastising Summerdream and her father discussing some kind of business or money or both, but there was just silence and the sound of her bedroom window creaking open.