Amelia tossed a coin into the fountain that spewed cool water into an aged granite base before the Pantheon. It landed with a thick plunk and sunk all the way to the bottom. For a second, she wondered what would happen if she reached in and stole the rest of the money rotting on the ancient tiles. But, that also doubled as stealing dreams, so she refrained.
The people of Rome were just as beautiful and lively as their city. It was easy to spot them against the tourists, as they glided over the ancient walkways with reverence and such an understanding of their legacy that they blended in with the historical grace. It was almost like seeing the difference between those discovering this treasure trove for the first time, and those that walked past them like they had always been there, a part of the lore and gold that others staring from the surface would never have a chance to see. Amelia liked people-watching here, because as they passed on bicycles or strolled hand-in-hand, they were always smiling.
The dewy, water-tinged air also carried a hint of sweet gelato that had been poking at Amelia's senses since they landed. It soothed her aching muscles, at least making her think about them less. Traveling the world was glamorous and all, but the time it took to get to these places? She believed she deserved an award for sitting still all that time.
Amelia stretched her tummy, lifting her arms high above her head. "Anyone want gelato?"
Grey ran her fingers over the fountain's rippling surface. "No. Thanks though."
"I'm fine." Vanity shook her dainty head, not really processing the question.
Amelia excused herself, speed walking to the last gelato stand in sight that was still open at this time of night.
Grey glanced up at Vanity, who already stared at her. "We need to talk."
Vanity sighed. "About time you said something. I was waiting for you to open up." She brought her cardigan around her chest and sat next to Grey. "What is it?"
Grey dried her hand off on her jeans. "I need to wait for Amelia. She should know this too."
"Is it about... one of them?" Vanity crossed her arms.
Grey's heart skipped a beat. She shook her head. "No. Thank goodness."
"How is that going by the way?" The Queen flipped a strand of dark, auburn hair over her shoulder. Her favorite pearl earrings dangled almost to her shoulder.
Grey shrugged. "I know what I want. But like I'm certain about him, I'm also certain that I feel for someone else. And yeah, that's selfish and greedy and blah blah--,"
Vanity's hand fell on her shoulder. "You're torn, hm?"
"I guess?" Grey's eyebrows knit together. "I think I just have to tie up a few loose strings before making a choice."
"You don't have to make a choice," Vanity said. "The curse is irrelevant. We're one piece away from assembling Gatekeeper. That sword gives us all the power we need to open a gate."
Grey clung to every one of those words. She had completely forgotten.
The purpose of true love's confession, the way it had been explained, was that it would bring a natural influx of celestial energy powerful enough to open a doorway. By now, they had nearly completely finished a device that could do the exact same thing, and probably for longer. She wasn't sure why, but the news deflated her. Technically, her decision didn't matter.
"Oh," Grey said.
Vanity continued. "What I find interesting is that anyone can see they're closer to the sword than they are to unlocking you. Still, they are so concerned with your affairs that you take precedence over things they would have killed for only a year ago."
"Here's the thing. I'm not some puzzle," Grey said, "I can't say those words to just anyone, Vanity. I haven't told someone that since my parents passed."
She wrinkled her nose. "It's been that long?"
Grey nodded. "So do you see how much a declaration like that means to me? It's like I'm putting you on a pedestal. You have my entirety."
"I see," said the Queen. "Well, the decision is still yours and it always will be open to you as long as we're here."
Amelia returned with a cup of vanilla and a cup of chocolate. She handed the chocolate to Grey with a small smile. "I think you need something to cheer you up," she said.
Grey took it and grinned. "You're the best friend I've ever had. You know that, right?"
"Did you know that? Or are you just now figuring it out?" Amelia laughed, sitting on Grey's side so that Grey was in the middle. "So let's hear what you have to say because you've been all doom and gloom since we landed."
Grey smiled a bit, and released a shaky breath. She stared off into the depths of the courtyard as she said, "I would like both of your permission before extending myself like this. At the same time, I will do what needs to be done if you disapprove. The First King offered me the rest of his power, and I would like to accept it tonight."
Vanity stilled. Amelia's eyes widened.
"What will the rest of his power do?" Amelia asked.
Grey looked at the ice cream in her lap. "It'll bring the angels that are sleeping back to life. And it'll give me as much power as Solis."
"He would give you the Eternal Flame?" Vanity stammered, "Th-that's reckless."
"I know," said Grey.
"It's a full-time responsibility. Your role entwines with every living and breathing thing in this realm. Everything will be tied to you. And to expose the Flame to this realm makes it vulnerable. Anything can come for you, and if it succeeds then..."
"I know," Grey repeated. "Which is why I need your guidance. Solis took down all of us by himself. We won't last again if there's only you and three fighting angels. Luca can't even talk and Amelia and I are as good as sitting ducks."
Amelia bit her lip. "It's a slaughter."
Vanity scoffed, "It's an advantage, but here lies another concern. Eternal Flame is the light of all things good. It can only belong to an item or soul that is pure. If you become discouraged in any way or if you let a flicker of something negative grow in your heart, then it will expose of you."
"He didn't tell me that," Grey said.
Vanity's hands hit her thighs out of frustration. "Being good involves more than morality. To become ruler of that energy, you'd have to embody it."
"I don't know if I can do that--,"
Vanity's voice rose, "Then the Flame burns you alive as soon as you touch it. You must know, with your entire being, that you are going to be savior of this world. And to be truthful, it's difficult putting faith in you when you still doubt your abilities." She pushed off the fountain and breathed heavily. Her back remained turned to Grey and Amelia. She added, "The title of Queen is not something you acquire, it is something you earn."
Amelia rubbed Grey's arm. "What else did Rowan say?"
"If I do this, he won't be able to speak to me. I'll just have to trust my own intuition."
Vanity whirled. "You'll become general of our army. A leader of our seven and a leader of my brother and I."
Grey wanted to say she wasn't ready for that, but she couldn't. It wouldn't help her case, not for Vanity or even herself. Instead, she said, "We've run out of options. If Solis comes to take Gatekeeper, which he can and he will, we're all goners. It's all or nothing."
"And with the Blood Moon in less than two weeks," the Queen gawked. "Do you realize what you're inheriting?"
"Yes. All of your home. But you have to trust me if I'm to do this. Support from others reinforces my own beliefs. I need all the positivity you can give me." Grey searched Vanity's face. The Queen was too dumbfounded to establish much of a connection--reassurance, doubt, whatever she internally felt.
Grey swallowed. "Can you? Trust me, please?"
Vanity stuck up one finger. "Your first task is building morale. The skyscraper is in shambles. Four of your men are dying if they aren't already dead yet. How do you bring them back to life?"
Grey fought to find an answer. "I've never used magic before--,"
Vanity crossed her arms. "You are the Eternal Flame. How do you do it?"
"I call to them. Bring them back to me. They're not dead yet."
If Vanity respected it, she said nothing about it. "Fine, they're all alive again and reminiscing on their sweet defeat. We receive word Solis is on his way to finish us off. What do you do then?"
Grey said, "I tell us to prepare. Let Namjoon make a plan, oversee it and put myself where I can be valuable. We're going to fight him."
"The Blood Moon arrives. We're losing this battle you proceeded to incite. Give me a plan." Vanity narrowed her eyes.
"We're not losing. I would have too much power for that to happen."
Vanity tilted her head. "Too much power that you don't know how to use. Seokjin is injured and being mauled by a horde of irkans. Amelia is being cornered by another horde. Which do you save?"
Amelia stayed quiet, looking at a row of closed shops as though she wasn't listening. But true conflict crowded the girl's face, like she didn't really know Grey's answer.
Grey paused. Seokjin had shadows. Amelia had her loyalty. One of them could fight and change tides of a battle. The other would make her feel better, and didn't have half the defenses as the angel.
Warily, Grey said, "I save Amelia. Jin is immortal. He can battle his way out."
"Wrong," Vanity barked. "Excuse my intrusion, but I listened to your thought process. Both people in question have assets that can benefit you, but this is not about how you feel. There is a course set in place for all things, whether that be life or death. Taking a detour to save either one of them could result in the loss of another, more important piece.
"For example, your sacrifice to save Amelia could lead to an irkan grabbing hold of Luca because she remains unguarded. In this situation, your ability to look at things objectively will be your greatest trait. You cannot love one person enough to save only them, you must love the entire world enough to save everyone within."
Amelia shook her head. Grey looked towards the rising moon.
Vanity said, "Ethical decisions like these will face you at every turn. Your solutions matter. Are you prepared for that?"
No one could ever be prepared for something like that. No one could begin to sift through the decisions and their implications. The consequences within other punishments. But, she had no other choice. It was either making her own sacrifice now, or watching the rest of them die off later. And this offering was all she had left to give.
Grey asked, "What is the greeting between Scepters? I have to recite it."
Vanity said, "Amor vincit omnia. It means love conquers all."
Grey nodded. The time to enter the church had come. "We're going to be okay, Vanity."
The Queen said, "I will be with you every step of the way."
"Me too," Amelia said. Grey looked at her, surprised. "What? You thought I would say no?"
"I thought you'd be upset that I'm embarking on a slight suicide mission." Grey smiled.
Amelia scraped the last of her vanilla gelato with her spoon. "It's only a suicide mission if you fail. Which, knowing you, you won't."
"Thanks." Grey looked to Vanity. "I do think I have an idea on how to boost morale. I think they all just want confirmation that everything is okay. They're going to be confused when they find out about all this, but if they see it going in a positive direction they'll jump on board."
"Explain," Vanity said.
"December is one of the best times of year." Grey felt bad that she wasn't eating her gelato. She shoveled a small spoonful into her mouth. After swallowing, she said, "Have you guys ever actually celebrated this holiday season?"
Vanity shrugged. "I don't think they have."
Amelia clapped excitedly. "Oh, I think I know where you're going with this!"
"I'll tell you the full plan later," Grey said. The moon positioned itself high enough over the dome of the church by now. "We have to go."
Amelia collected her and Grey's gelato cups before standing. Grey grabbed her backpack, the weight of the book, laurel, and dagger eerily light on her shoulders. Vanity led them towards the doors to the Pantheon. The Queen pressed a hand to the grand doors, old locks clicking and shifting under her touch. She gestured for Grey to take the handle, and when she did, the entrance gave way easily.
"The wards are keeping me out," Vanity said. "Be safe."
"I think I'll stay out here," said Amelia. "I don't know. I just feel like this is private."
Grey asked, "You don't think Solis will be here?"
Vanity shook her head. "Demons need rest too. He used a lot of energy revealing himself. Now go. We'll be right here."
Grey slipped inside. It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when they did she found herself walking into an expansive room that just as wide as it was tall. Archways and pillars decorated the walls, some of them encrusted with gold. Small panels created mosaics or tiny depictions of saints. Angels were painted in tapestries showing war, mythology, or their place in the clouds.
Statues dedicated to old gods posed beside those of the age Grey understood. At this time of night, a ray of milky light shining from the dome's eye illuminated an aged statue of Jupiter.
The old god of the sky wore marble robes and sandals. A laurel also crowned his head, his hands outstretched and eyes downcast as though he still gazed down at ancient Rome. Maybe this was the old name for Rowan. Grey mused at the thought as she approached his base.
Around his neck was a gold pendant. The ruby that hung on the chain was old and dusty, the red glowing burgundy even as the moonlight inched over the gemstone. Grey reached to her tiptoes and grabbed it, her instincts pulling her towards the very last piece of Gatekeeper--the First King's heart. She tugged gently, and the gold chain came loose.
A voice sounded from behind. A whisper as soft and delicate as a pen scribbling on a page. She had read the First King's words, but she had never heard them before.
"May my prayer fall upon beating wings, sanctioned by the Eternal and her witnesses; that ye who wields the Savior of Realms is of courageous spirit. Steadfast in valor, passion, and faith."
Slowly, Grey turned.
She saw right through him, but there he stood. A simple white robe fanned in an invisible draft, his silver hair flowing behind him all the way down his back. His skin was a rich brown, his eyes a twinkling reflection of white gold. At the bottom of his hem, a ring of white flame licked up his legs, streaks of crimson and dandelion painting the fire like a watercolor painting. He was a ghost, but his presence filled the entire room. Unsure what to do with herself, she bowed. She couldn't find her voice, as the shock had ceased every instinct in her body.
He was a fallen, shimmering star.
"Show me what you have retrieved, and I will show you Gatekeeper."
Grey shook her backpack off, letting it gently fall to the floor. One by one, she grabbed the laurel and dagger, leaving the book where it was. Her feet were silent as she took her first step, then another, and another until she walked somewhat closer to him. Trying to control her nerves, she placed each item on the floor. A ruby, a laurel, and a dagger.
With his proximity to the items, his shadow seemed to grow brighter. Stronger than before, Rowan eyed the pieces. His words were just as gentle, but this time more firm as he finished his prayer.
"Where her strike lands, the rivers hath dried, the mountains hath wailed--no longer ought they perish. Honor restores the land. To the pure of heart I bestow my gifts: Heaven and her flame."
To her he bestowed gifts, Grey realized. The pure of heart. It just unnerved her that this had been written in stone in a cemetery miles from here before she even discovered it. And if this proclamation had in fact been crafted before she even arrived in this dimension, then Rowan's prayer was not simply a prayer. It doubled as a prophecy.
He said, "To my sons I bestow the earth trodden beneath our feet. To vanquish the Dark, I encompass my enemies in stone. Amidst eternal flame, I rise to champion the Light." A small grin lit up his handsome face, the white light in his eyes blazing like twin suns. "For you shall reign over the stars and many moons. For you, little one, shall tear the sky."
All three pieces of Gatekeeper burst into flame. They melted from a heat Grey didn't even feel. In a few seconds, the remains became a liquid the color of opal with the same shimmer as glass. The First King waved a hand over the bonfire, and every last ember went out. Nothing was left on the floor.
"You will know how to find my sword when you need it. Until then, have you considered my offer?"
She nodded.
"You would harness the same power that created the sun?"
She nodded again.
"I am the altar. Bring me your offering, and welcome me with your words."
Grey looked down at her shirt, using two fingers to lift the delicate silver chain around her neck. She unclasped the necklace, the compass swaying back and forth as it left her skin. She wondered what Jungkook would think if he knew. She was giving it away because she loved it, and she cared deeply for the man that gave it to her.
Maybe she loved him too. But she didn't let herself think about it as she sauntered to the First King and held the trinket towards him because she would be lying if she denied those same feelings with the wonderful man she saved first.
But how could she love both of them?
Why couldn't she choose?
The chain fell into the palm of Rowan's hand. With the necklace, she let such conflicting emotions go.
"When we finish the ceremony, I shall return you to those that need your aid. When you succeed in the entire quest, I will reward your sacrifice."
Grey didn't ask what that meant, her mind was already buzzing with what was coming next. Would this hurt? How long would it take? And truthfully, none of it mattered now. It was what she had to do. Clearing her mind, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Grey said, "Amor vincit omnia."
His hands cupped her cheeks, and she gasped as white flooded her vision. All at once, different tastes, scents, images crashed into her head, seizing the rest of her limbs. Her hands grasped his ghostly wrists as the rest of her senses exploded. She tasted the salt of the sea on her tongue, the bitter taste of herbs from old trees and roots, the dry smoke that accompanied wildfires, and the cool draft of clouds on the wind. She saw children, the millions of animals on this continent and beyond, the elderly, the poor, the hungry. She saw those weeping, she saw those celebrating. Their emotions poured through her chest like honey; sweet, and sticky and so very difficult to remove. For the first time, she felt them. Heard their conversations behind closed doors. Heard their prayers.
In her mind, the visions moved so quickly she could barely understand them. A sunrise, high noon, a sunset. Trillions of them, repeating one after another. Showing each and every one from the inception of Earth's orbit around her solar system. The colors were so riveting that she noticed each time the constellations changed and the planets shifted. And just when she thought she was still, she felt herself jolt from her place--wherever she was--upwards into the sky. She tumbled through webs of stars and strings of planets, the warmth of the sun so bright and glorious that as she plummeted towards it, she wasn't scared at all.
Rather, she dove into the gas. Breathed it in. Set herself alight from within.
Grey opened her eyes to find herself in the middle of a tower of white flame that extinguished as soon as she gasped for breath. And as she swallowed oxygen by the gallon, she was also met by silence. A silence that teemed with the tiniest musings, like her own heart beat, Amelia's gasps, and Vanity's uneven breathing as all three women glanced at one another in awe.
They had landed in the Great Hall of the skyscraper.
Vanity was the first to grab Grey's hand. "You did it," she said.
"How do you feel?" Amelia asked. She hurriedly pushed onto two feet and extended an arm to help Grey up. Grey took it, feeling lighter and more graceful than she had in years.
"I feel great," Grey said.
Amelia said, "What happened in there?"
"We can talk about that later. We need to wake the others up," Vanity said. "What would you like me to do?"
It took Grey a while before she realized Vanity addressed her. When it registered, she startled. "You're talking to me?"
"Yes," Vanity said, grinning, "If there's anything you would like that can help, I want to help."
"Can you make snow?" Amelia asked.
"As much as you'd like," said the Queen. The hope in her smile and in the blush on her cheeks made Grey smile. "Anything else?"
"We need a tree and lots of lights," Grey said.
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A snowflake fell onto the tip of Seokjin's nose as he strolled down the hallway of men's suites. He stopped walking immediately, one hand wiping off the freshly melted raindrop. Dropping his book from face level, he also noticed that his shoes trudged through a thin coat of iced slush that trailed around the bend of the corridor.
Shutting his book, he picked up pace, lifting his feet as the path got thicker and the bottom of his pants got wet. By the time he neared the Great Hall, the snow was up to his ankles and it sprinkled from the ceiling. He expected it to be at least a tad cooler, but only the scent of cinnamon, nutmeg, and powdered sugar met him at the final turn.
He paused when he arrived, a gargantuan fir tree blocking the elevator and the rounded staircase that led to the 42nd floor. Glass ornaments dangled from the branches, red and gold and white. A thick string of ivory tinsel wrapped about the length, a wisp of light illuminated the top. Silk and glitter ribbons wound about the pillars, a wreath entwined with fairy lights glittering on each one. And on their vaulted ceilings, a display of dangling glass beads where the snow and something else fell...
Jin held out a hand, catching a chunk of snowflake the size of a golden nugget. In the crevices and lines of its intricate pattern was a white yet gold lining that made the snow seem like it was a tiny diamond.
It fell all around him, building up on their checkered floors like thousands of tiny faeries.
At the base of the tree was Grey, Vanity, and Amelia.
Amelia watched, dazzled, as Grey closed her eyes and allowed white fire to enflame her fingertips. She made a sweeping motion with her arm, and underneath her palm, the length of Yoongi manifested from thin air.
Jin's brows furrowed.
That was Grey, alright. The curly hair, the subtle smile, the oversized sweater hanging over a shoulder. But the magic. That was entirely new. And he wasn't quite sure how or when or why. All he could do was observe as she carefully laid him down without even touching him into a bed of soft snow, her eyebrows knit in concentration.
Next to Yoongi was Taehyung, and Jimin. Hoseok was the last one on the edge.
Had she summoned all their bodies to this spot?
Jin frowned, bewildered. He'd only been summoned once and that was to Rowan's throne. And he was sure the process looked very similar to that.
His heart fluttered as her eyes found his. She blushed, somehow looking like a rose amidst a hill of snow.
Someone stomped through slush behind him. Jin hated to look away, but he did to find Namjoon worriedly studying the floor, then gawking as he took in what Grey and Vanity had done to their Great Hall. Jungkook filed in behind soon after, all three of them transfixed on wonderland.
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Jin had ruined the surprise by being the first to investigate. Grey supposed she wasn't surprised, but she also felt a wave of nervousness at him seeing her like this.
Thankfully, Vanity called the three of them over. The angels, and little Luca, made their way to the base of the tree.
"What is this?" Namjoon asked, his hand coming out to catch flaming snowflakes. It was Vanity's idea to infuse the snow with the Eternal Flame so that they could have enough of it to make a bed for those asleep. This way, the magic touched them without Grey having to do much of anything.
"It's a little Christmas," Amelia said. She sidled next to him and laced their fingers together. "Watch."
Vanity looked to Grey. "Whenever you're ready."
Grey nodded. She glanced at Jin. "Can you help me?"
He was ashen from surprise, but he nodded eagerly, tripping over bounds of snow to meet her. "Anything," he said.
"I just need you to be with me," Grey said.
Jin grabbed her hand with both of his. Questions lingered in his eyes, but he nodded curtly. "I am with you until the very end."
She knelt, not letting go of Jin, but using her other hand to touch the snow. At the feel of her skin, sprinkles of gold dotted the white. She centered her focus on the four young men in the grasp of her magic, and she thought solely of Rowan; who he was and what he would do now. The answer seemed to flow easily.
All she needed to do was call on them. So, she spoke through her thoughts.
Taehyung. It's time to wake up.
Hoseok, you too.
Jimin, come back.
Yoongi. Despite herself, she giggled. Don't you think you've slept enough?
She repeated their names, tying them to a piece of her heart. It seemed like the more she considered how much they meant to her, the more power coursed through her veins. The effects came immediately, slight fatigue and drowsiness drawing her focus sideways. Nevertheless, she gave all her effort to those that she believed needed her most.
"No freaking way," Amelia gasped.
Rustling in the snow made Grey open her eyes.
Yoongi turned over, one dark eye blinking awake. He sat up, glaring through his grogginess until he noticed Grey, still squatted a few feet away. She was smiling, her eyes glassy.
"What happened to our living room?" Jimin asked. He raked a pale hand through the snow and wiped some of it from his hair as he propped himself up on his elbows.
Vanity laughed. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Hoseok groaned, happy lips twisting into a pout. He grimaced at the snow, confused at the way it was neither cold nor warm.
A few feet away, Taehyung opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Luca jogged to him, licking his face furiously. Taehyung's face wrinkled up, but he bundled the kitten in his arms.
Jin gently tugged Grey's hand. "Is this the Eternal Flame?"
Those two words put together caused celebrations to cease, all angels glancing to Grey for an answer.
She said, "Yes. It's mine now."
"How?" Yoongi asked.
"An agreement between the First King and I," said Grey.
"What happened?" Jimin asked.
Grey casually shrugged. "Nothing. We're going to stomp Solis out."
Vanity rose her voice over any further questions. "You are looking at the Second Queen of the Eternal Realm. You will not bother her by talking her ear off."
Luca meowed, tilting her head to the side as though to say hm? Her paws blended in to the snow.
"I'm no Queen," Grey corrected, laughing, "I'm just way cooler now."
"You'll always be lame," Yoongi said, his smirk making her laugh harder.
She felt Jin's weight shift at her side. He was on both knees, his head bowed. "I am more than honored to be your servant."
Grey blinked, the sudden attention making her hot. The others shifted to do the same, and a flare of panic fanned through her chest. Before they could move too far, she gracefully snatched her hands from Jin's, gathered a handful of snow, and rolled it into a ball.
Jin flinched as a snowball pelted the top of his head. He raised his chin, his eyebrow quirked.
To all of her friends, she said, "The next person that bows to me gets a snowball to the face."
Grey smirked in triumph, digging her hands into the snow again for a second round. She stood, hands working around another piece of ammo when a ball of snow burst on her stomach. She gawked, immediately leering at Yoongi, who was the only person with his hand raised.
Taehyung grunted as snow pelted his cheek. Jungkook was already running behind the tree. The Beast growled, using both arms to shovel snow to his chest.
Hoseok gasped as a snowball meant for Namjoon hit Amelia in the arm. She opened her mouth to speak and the Raven cut her off. "Say a bird pun and you'll eat snow for lunch."
Jin tackled Grey to the snow at the same time Jimin slashed a wave of it at Yoongi. Luca ran underneath the tree to escape the chaos.
Grey laughed from her heart as Jin straddled her waist and sprinkled snow in her face.
And as a family, all of them joined the pandemonium, willing to forget for this afternoon that the clock entered its last few hours.
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(A/N) Festive reader,
CHRISTMAS IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER! holy granola.
Disclaimer: I'm aware Christmas is technically a Christian holiday. Some people choose to celebrate it without even being religious. Also, it's a huge thing where I live, so it was easy for me to use it in this chapter. If you don't celebrate it at all though, HAPPY NEW YEAR AND HOLIDAY SEASON TO YOU, DOLL. I LOVE YOU AND I DON'T WANT TO EXCLUDE ANYONE FROM JOY AT THIS TIME OF YEAR!!!
I swore I thought this chapter was going to be short. 5,000 words later, here we are. OOPS.
Thank you for reading this blob of a chapter. I hope it was understandable. There was a lot of damn imagery going on lol. (not like this book isn't confusing enough, ya know?)
again, happy holiday season and new year to all of you. Please take care of yourselves and enjoy this winter.
Next release: 12/25 (December 25th)
With love,
M