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KINGSTON

Where the fuck was she? I paced along the shore of the lake, trying to catch Sunday’s scent. Praying for there to be no trace of her because I couldn’t handle it if she’d been there and left, or worse, been taken while I’d been preoccupied with the witch and her plot. All I smelled was earth and the slightly muddy aroma of stagnant water. Not a hint of the sweet lilac that called to me even when I was asleep. Even though I tried like hell to keep it out.

It had been worse ever since I’d seen the broken look in her eyes while I pounded into... what was her name... Hope?