ate

ack gloves, library fire at 31 degrees, mother scratching HELP into mahogany

ass boardroom begging please, little bird, I just want to sleep without sha

ing gold blood onto scratches, brass key warm i

etely

er, closes it, slowly, with that faint tremor that is not faint anym

y mother was in a wheelchair. Then at Contract on the

ing. Corporate apex nothing. Glass-fronted b

o brought a finger box, "Put the key down. You shouldn't ha

ce my father uses when he says _don't tell anyone about guarantee, okay?_ It's e

. "Some ash is four years of her scratching

y. Like Silas watches with grey to amber flicker, but Kaelen

laughs, soft, c

olf. She saw you kneel and now you are a board member again. You

ot trembling, shaking to kill. He hides it behind ice because if he lets it out in Grove library, Silas will cal

being alive and icy while my mother bleeds gold

d, touches my blue jumpe

eeps girls who say no to red dress... I was there 2018 fir

ire. Cold. Where honey blood gi

e edge of a mahogany desk, next to mother's blood. He picks up a brass key from my palm, easily, b

key up to t

breeding contract. Very historical. Very heritage-listed. Should be in a museum. My mother died in rental with mold because my father spent money on attic cages, not heat

palm, but his glove touches my

eaned it. The driver brings it to 42A at 9am. If you don't wear red, you wear a blue jumper with a hole for 10am summons. Pack law says a blue

g anger now showi

d that can be torn. Or wear blue a

sk, massive forearms, tattoo Southern Cross black in fire light

ed. He pulls the glove off? No. He pulls my hand to his chest, to

ill kill him in front of you and you will never forgive because he is your uncle's cousin and your mother is in his wheelchair.

, like after run, like before shift. And tremor, massive frame tremo

and a violent storm inside and he watches me carefully while I de

my ha

him... hate cage... key... attic has second coffin... emp

or me. Made when I turn

s up an umbrella,

oney walls till then. You both sleep here tonight. Attic or library, choose. But Kaelen leaves. Pack la

xterior back on, violent amber storm hidden, but he looks at me, carefully, like

, handwritten cheap paper: _I don't want t

es now, fast, bla

ress at 9:01am. Wear blue. I will be at 42A at 9am with $7m and a ham

es a pe

he red dress at 9:01, I will burn your m

open to cracked glass boardroom mirror building

act void on desk, two alphas watching me carefully, one with icy disdain hi