in the magnetism I feel pulling me towards the person before me.
The corners of his lips turn upward into a grin. “Are you okay?”
I nod, dazzled by his eyes, his lips, by everything. It’s like I’m drowning in him and suddenly the cold inside me doesn’t feel so cold anymore. It feels very inviting. In fact, I crave it; crave death. “I’m fine…”
Why the hell am I not more afraid? This man murdered his daughter.
Ember, don’t let him get control…
His smile darkens. “You look a little flushed.”
I feel flushed. “I’m okay. I promise.” My head does feel extremely foggy, though; like I’m standing near a lake and fog is circling me everywhere while I can barely think or see straight.
“I’m Alton,” he says and I know I’m in deep trouble, yet I can’t seem to react to it. “And you are?”
“Ember Rose Edwards,” I say dazedly, still gazing up at him. Alton. The mayor is Alton. The mayor is the leader of the Anamotti? Holy crap .
“That’s a beautiful name,” he tells me then lifts his hand to stroke my cheek. He sweeps his finger across my cheekbone once and then withdraws his hand back to his side. “Very poetic.” He assesses me for a moment more, and then starts to pull me with him as he heads over towards the counter. “Here; come with me.”
I follow him without even questioning him, not moving my own feet, yet I don’t think Cameron is the one controlling me anymore, either. It’s Alton, although I don’t understand how.
Alton leads me over to the concession area with his hand resting on the small of my back, effortlessly steering me through the crowd. I think he’s going to get in line, but instead he strolls up to the front, cutting in line exactly how Raven did with the shoes.
“Two waters, Adellia,” he says to the lady behind the counter who’s over-dressed in a sparkling, floor length skirt, a sheer top and hoop earrings with her hair done up in curls.
“Of course, Alton,” she says and then rushes off to the soda fountain as if he’s the most important person in the world.
I find myself leaning into Alton, and his grip tightens on me as he draws me closer and breathes in my scent. “You smell so good.”
Cameron, what should I do…? I’m losing control… and this guy… he’s Mackenzie’s dad.
He doesn’t respond and I start to get worried. Cameron said that the Anamotti brought me here to set me up. Is that what’s going on? Has Alton taken over my body so he can force me to say I’m the one who’s been murdering people?
I peer around the room, looking for cops, but all I see are Anamotti. Everywhere.
“So, Ember, are you from here?” Alton asks, relaxing against the counter top, putting his elbow on top of the glass.
“I’ve lived here all my life,” I admit, not under my own will, but I can’t tell whose will it is anymore; who’s controlling me.
“Wow, you must have some interesting stories,” he says, admiring his refection in the glass of the counter top, gripping onto my arm. I have to lean forward with him.
“Not really.” I notice how quiet the room has gotten and I look around. Everyone is gathering around and watching me with hunger in their eyes.
“You know, there is a rumor that the town was built on an old battlefield, one that went on between the Angels and the Reapers and conclusively the Grim Angel breed was created right afterward,” Alton tells me, flicking his hair with his pinky as his fingers finally leave my arm. “That the town is linked to every part of the battle, every part of death, and therefore carries a lot of power linked to death.”
“Really?” I ask as the cashier lady returns with our waters, grinning at Alton and narrowing her eyes at me. “I’ve never heard of that.”
“Of course you haven’t.” He devilishly smiles as he picks up the cup. “Why would you? No one else knows. No
The corners of his lips turn upward into a grin. “Are you okay?”
I nod, dazzled by his eyes, his lips, by everything. It’s like I’m drowning in him and suddenly the cold inside me doesn’t feel so cold anymore. It feels very inviting. In fact, I crave it; crave death. “I’m fine…”
Why the hell am I not more afraid? This man murdered his daughter.
Ember, don’t let him get control…
His smile darkens. “You look a little flushed.”
I feel flushed. “I’m okay. I promise.” My head does feel extremely foggy, though; like I’m standing near a lake and fog is circling me everywhere while I can barely think or see straight.
“I’m Alton,” he says and I know I’m in deep trouble, yet I can’t seem to react to it. “And you are?”
“Ember Rose Edwards,” I say dazedly, still gazing up at him. Alton. The mayor is Alton. The mayor is the leader of the Anamotti? Holy crap .
“That’s a beautiful name,” he tells me then lifts his hand to stroke my cheek. He sweeps his finger across my cheekbone once and then withdraws his hand back to his side. “Very poetic.” He assesses me for a moment more, and then starts to pull me with him as he heads over towards the counter. “Here; come with me.”
I follow him without even questioning him, not moving my own feet, yet I don’t think Cameron is the one controlling me anymore, either. It’s Alton, although I don’t understand how.
Alton leads me over to the concession area with his hand resting on the small of my back, effortlessly steering me through the crowd. I think he’s going to get in line, but instead he strolls up to the front, cutting in line exactly how Raven did with the shoes.
“Two waters, Adellia,” he says to the lady behind the counter who’s over-dressed in a sparkling, floor length skirt, a sheer top and hoop earrings with her hair done up in curls.
“Of course, Alton,” she says and then rushes off to the soda fountain as if he’s the most important person in the world.
I find myself leaning into Alton, and his grip tightens on me as he draws me closer and breathes in my scent. “You smell so good.”
Cameron, what should I do…? I’m losing control… and this guy… he’s Mackenzie’s dad.
He doesn’t respond and I start to get worried. Cameron said that the Anamotti brought me here to set me up. Is that what’s going on? Has Alton taken over my body so he can force me to say I’m the one who’s been murdering people?
I peer around the room, looking for cops, but all I see are Anamotti. Everywhere.
“So, Ember, are you from here?” Alton asks, relaxing against the counter top, putting his elbow on top of the glass.
“I’ve lived here all my life,” I admit, not under my own will, but I can’t tell whose will it is anymore; who’s controlling me.
“Wow, you must have some interesting stories,” he says, admiring his refection in the glass of the counter top, gripping onto my arm. I have to lean forward with him.
“Not really.” I notice how quiet the room has gotten and I look around. Everyone is gathering around and watching me with hunger in their eyes.
“You know, there is a rumor that the town was built on an old battlefield, one that went on between the Angels and the Reapers and conclusively the Grim Angel breed was created right afterward,” Alton tells me, flicking his hair with his pinky as his fingers finally leave my arm. “That the town is linked to every part of the battle, every part of death, and therefore carries a lot of power linked to death.”
“Really?” I ask as the cashier lady returns with our waters, grinning at Alton and narrowing her eyes at me. “I’ve never heard of that.”
“Of course you haven’t.” He devilishly smiles as he picks up the cup. “Why would you? No one else knows. No
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