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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX!(:
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“Rome? Why is she going to Rome?” Spencer asked, pulling on his hair and rubbing his hands over his temples. “I can’t tell you why she went, I can only tell you that she went.” Atan said, patting Spencer on the back. “That’s great.” He slammed his head down on the table. “Spencer? Are you okay?” Scarlet placed her hands on his shoulders, and made him lift his head. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He said groggily. “Someone’s sleep deprived!” Anastasia sang, sitting down at the table across from him. “Me too,” Ivana said, sitting next to Atan at the table. She looked at him, then held a knife to his throat; he didn’t so much as blink an eye. “Who are you!?” He grabbed her wrist and suddenly had the knife out of her hand. “It’s me, Atan.” He said, putting the knife down on the table and letting her hand go. “How did you get so handsome?” she asked suddenly. “Puberty.” Atan said sarcastically, putting his arms by his sides. “Atan!” Briatha looked at him. “Yes?” he asked. “That wasn’t like you at all,” she stated. “I’m sorry.” He apologized. “It’s that humanizing thing he was talking about yesterday, it must be making him act more like a human teenager rather than an elf teenager.” Spencer said tiredly. “You’re making less sense than usual.” Anastasia said. “Yeah, I know.” Spencer said, then put his head back down on the table. “Spencer, why don’t you just go back to sleep?” Scarlet rubbed his shoulders gently, massaging them. “That feels nice,” Spencer muttered into the table. John stood behind Scarlet, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close. “How are you feeling?” he whispered to her. “A little better,” she admitted with a small breath. “Any bruises, or wounds I should know about?” he asked caringly. “I have a couple new bruises, but other than that it’s nothing new.” Scarlet shrugged. “Let me see,” he took her elbow and tried to pull it up. “In a minute, okay?” she smiled at him. She pulled her fingers through Spencer’s blonde hair, soothing him slightly. “Spencer, you should go back to sleep.” “Maybe later,” he muttered. “Spencer,” Briatha whispered. “You should really listen to Scarlet.” “All right, all right,” he sighed. “I’ll go back to sleep.” He rose from the table and turned to face Scarlet. | “Thank you,” she got on her tip-toes and kissed his cheek in a friendly manner.
“No problem,” Spencer walked through the door and towards his room. “C’mon Scarlet, I want to talk to you.” John took her hand and started pulling her out of the room. “I’ll see you later than, Scarlet?” Atan asked, watching her as she left. “Yes,” she nodded at him. “What’s up, John?” Scarlet asked, sitting down on her bed and looking up at him. He knelt in front of her, and smiled at her. “Are you sure you’re all right?” he put his hands on her knees. “Yes, John, I’m just fine.” She put her hands on his. “And why don’t I believe you?” he asked skeptically, putting his hands away from hers and onto the bed beside her knees. “Because you’re really good at making me feel like I did something wrong?” she suggested. “Yes and no…?” John said, his eye brows creasing as a confused look came over his features. “What did I do wrong?” she whispered. A frown crossed his features, and he continued to look up at her for a minute longer. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He said finally. “You don’t seem so sure…” she murmured. He leaned forward, and put his arms around her waist. “I’m sure you didn’t do anything wrong,” he pulled her down to hug her. “I was just thinking.” “About?” she asked, curling her arms around his neck and pressing her cheek to his shoulder wearily. “I was just thinking about Atan and Briatha,” he shrugged, rubbing over her back gently. “What about them?” she mumbled, pressing her nose to the side of his neck. “Nothing exactly, I was just going over some things in my mind about their conditions,” he pressed his lips to the side of my head. “Let me go, real quick?” She took her arms from him, and leaned back to look at his face. His eyes shone as bright as his smile when he looked at her, and she felt a tang of guilt rise in her stomach. “Johnny,” she cried. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked, suddenly troubled. “Why do you do that?” she bit her lip. “Do what? I can stop it whatever it is, I can stop.” He assured her. “No,” she shook her head. “You don’t have to stop anything.” “What’s the matter Scarlet?” he asked again. “You always look at me like I’m your favorite person in the world, and—I just don’t know why.” She ran her hands through her hair as John’s hands tightened on her sides to keep her from falling off his lap. “You are my favorite person in the world,” he smiled. “You’re my best friend.” “You’re my best friend too,” She leaned forward, and pressed their lips together. |