Elijah
James walked into the office, sighing. I can’t face him yet. I need to relax Arlo and me before we go rogue.
“What’s wrong?” He scrunches his nose up while eyeing me sideways.
“I need to find him, James. I’m losing control, and I feel as if I won’t be able to control Arlo anymore.” I grip the ledge of the window.
“We will find him. Let’s see if he shows up tonight.”
“What if he doesn’t?” I growled, turning around to face him. “What if he doesn’t show up and waits until Alyssa is alone and vulnerable and tries to kill her again?”
“He won’t.” He stood up from the chair he had sat on and shook his head. “We will protect her and ensure we end him.” He assured me, but right now, no assurance is enough. My assurance will be once I see him six feet underground.
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