“I know you’ll be fine. You’re a fighter, Aya. But
that doesn’t mean I don’t worry.” He bent down and
placed a kiss on my forehead. Then he turned and left the
room, heading farther down the hallway to his own
quarters.
I closed my eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Lazarius found himself thrown into the wall. How
in the hell did that happen? he wondered. He had simply
stepped into the study and as soon as the door was closed,
the man he called Master had moved from behind his desk
to stand in front of him; he didn’t even have a second to
react. I’ve been here before. A long, long time ago…
The boy was flung backward into the wall before he could
even begin to react. He did not understand what was happening but
knew something evil was assaulting him - and he had to get away.
Lying on the ground with his fifteen-year-old body shaking like a
leaf, trying to overcome the pain that was coursing through him, he
could barely move.
“Well, well. This is an interesting night.” A cold voice
spoke from somewhere above him. “You once asked me to save your
life, in exchange for serving me when I called you. But instead of
coming at my summons, you thought you could simply ignore me,
didn’t you, Lazarius?”
‘I know this voice. But how did he find me’ his
thoughts raced. Struggling to his hands and knees, trying to get a
look at the monster before him, he could hardly keep himself in that
position - his ribs were hurting him tremendously.
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