“ O..Osiris?” He asked, the words came out, low, not in a dangerous way but in a way that seemed confused. Osiris merely smiled, then his shoes thumper against the gravel as he fled. Allistair sat fixed on the floor as Caedmon's shadow men pursued Osiris who seemed to willingly flee. His eyes were wide, his gaze darting around in utter confusion. He only knew Osiris when they were kids. Only met a few times because his uncle made sure he stayed away from his children. Then came the day he was kicked out. It was Osiris who offered him a coat, telling him to keep it so that he wouldn't get cold. He considered that kindness but …he knew better….better than anymore it was mockery in the guise of kindness. But one thing still felt off. How could Osiris predict his combat movements? It was almost like he had watched him train or perhaps …like they have trained together. “ Are you okay ?” One of the shadow men who stayed back asked him as he outstretched a hand to lift him up. Alli

Allistair opened the seal cautiously, rolling down the document. He caught sight of the first name: Poe Dutch. He looked up to meet Caedmon's gaze, who just shrugged. “ Like I said, I'm on your side” he said, a smirk on his face. Allistair's brows gathered but he returned his gaze to the document. A short note was written in black ink, smeared on the piece. It read: “ If you are reading this, it means they have already found you. I'm sorry, I'm not here to tell you the full potentials of your blood. Be careful. You are more than a cure” His face darkened. Full potentials? More than a cure?What exactly was he other than a successful experiment? Although she apologised in the previous later, for never being there for him, for leaving him to carry the burden of her entire medical career…He still felt broken. Alone to sort out his misfortune with powerful aristicrates ready to tear down barriers just to get to him. His gaze went down the paper, a sharp exhale leaving his lips. T

Lila swallowed and Allistair's brows furrowed. He didn't understand why she was hesitating but he had a rough idea. Even he was scared of what Kieran really was. “Why would I inflict an injury on my own skin?” She asked, her head slowly lifting. She slowly peered towards her shoulders. Gaze falling on the door. Nobody noticed. “ Why don't you tell me ….” Kieran trailed when a loud thud erupted. Allistair scrunched his nose. The scent was familiar. Blood ! The metallic scent of blood, fresh and hot. He'd know from fighting for almost half of his entire life. they all appeared shocked. Allistair's eyes widened. It was Eliot. Blood coursed down his face, his body a blood bath. The earlier thud was his knees which hit the wood directly. “ Sha..dow gu..ards” he croaked, “ too ..strong” he added, gurgling. Allistair's eyes stung badly as Eliot fell to the floor. The door burst open, the wood crashing down, with spikes flying away. Strong! How was that even possible?! Lila s

THAMES BARRIER.the sign board wrote with some numbers indicating the had approached London. . Hours ride away from York and Allistair's fear had subsided replaced with a nostalgic feeling. That was quick. …He had never left home. He watched as everything was slowly replaced. The cottage stones replaced by scrappers, markets replaced by companies. Everything felt different. Even the air in London was a bit heavy than that of north Yorkshire, his home. Indeed, civilization had already begun in London. The black coals that painted York was replaced by a neat tarred road. Breathtakingly different…He'd love to breath in the air but too bad it wasn't so pure as that of York. He saw people ….not like he haven't ever seen people–no. But it was a lot of people. So much that he felt he had been tucked away from social interaction.He remembered hearing his father whisper London to his assistant then, Thame Lucious. A man who disappeared the same day his father did.To where ? He didn'

Eleanor struggled to lift her heavy eyelids. She heard a roaring sound…more like a pulsing engine or ..perhaps a car on repair . She finally opened her eyes, light invaded her lens and she snapped her eyes instantly..Where was she ? She opened her eyes again, adjusting to the light. It was a white beam of light dangling on the ceiling. The scent of cinnamon and wood wafted in the air. So heavy. She forced her body upwards. Her back aching from the pain. She remembered. The gunshot, the dirty trench, the man who called her black El.“ You are awake” a masculine voice rang out, thick and throaty. Familiar…very familiar! She snapped her head to the side, leaning against the bed board. Her bones ached with exhaustion. “ Who….are you?” She asked, her voice sounding hoarse. Then she coughed. The man smiled, his smile not reaching his eyes. There was this dark storm that brewed under the smile. Not entirely friendly. “ You don't.. recognise me?” He asked and she squinted her eye