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I sit nervously on the edge of my tiny bed in the little dull room which has become my prison for nearly a week now. My hands are clasped tight on my knees as I inhale deeply, preparing myself. I really don’t have choice in what I’m about to do and what I’m about to do, is what’s best for everyone, even if they don’t agree. There’s a nearly invisible capture in the corner of the ceiling. It’s new and put there by Samuel. He wants to make sure I do what I promised and I will. I wait nervously with my jacket beside me for my door to open. After a good, long ten minutes go back, the door suddenly swings open and in marched an upset Jensen. His shoulder’s still wrapped tight, but the bruising on his face looks a lot better and his stitches have …show more content…

“Or would she agree with your dad and say that all demons are evil.” “You don’t understand,” he repeats, enraged. He hates that I brought his mom into this. “What’s there to understand? That demons, no matter who they are, are evil and should be wiped off the face of the earth! If that’s so, why am I still alive?” “You’re different.” I shake my head, stepping back and already regretting what I’m about to say. “Am I? Am I really? Or are you still wishing and waiting for the human girl who escaped Vemtura with you? Do you actually believe she’s alive in here somewhere?” “You’re still the same girl.” He reaches in a tempt to calm me down. I jerk away, furious. “No, I’m not. I’m faster and stronger than ever. I’m better and I need to be around other demons. I need to be somewhere, where I don’t have to hide who and what I am.” “Crysta, that’s not possible. You’re wanted by the Order. There’s no place for you go,” he growls, angry that I’m not seeing reason. The thing is I do see reason and besides my friends, there’s no reasons to stay here. It’s just as dangerous in here for me as it is out there, but at least when I’m gone, my friends don’t have to worry about the Order coming after them. I’m doing this for them, I keep telling myself. “I don’t care,” I snarl back. “Any place is better than

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