ROSY BARGAINS.

KING DARIAN.

When I sent them to get her, I thought they would finally snap out of it, but she must have altered them more than I had previously assumed. They couldn’t recognize her face at all. They even had their friend believing he was seeing things. At least he could tell the new face was familiar.

“Fuck!”

I hurl the snow globe at the edge of my desk towards the wall and immediately regret it, stopping it mid-air. It was my last birthday gift from my sons before they started resenting me. I place it back carefully shelving the pain flashing through me at the thought of my sons, and not a moment too soon.

The door opens and the snake, Garian strolls in; I hated the boy, I couldn’t count the number of times I have stalked him, even in his dreams to kill him, only to back out when I smelt and felt her sinister energy around and on him.

He walks in like he owns the place, owns me, a smug smile on his lips, maybe he did, it felt like it most times.