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Tillie

After the cemetery drama, Nate was serious when he said that I’m not to wear anything else by any other man, so I wore his suit shirt and he walked back shirtless. We didn’t speak.

He picked up my heels from the ground before we continued around to the front of the house where he grabbed my purse. He led me back downstairs to my room, and when we passed Daemon’s, he stopped outside of it momentarily. Just when I thought he was going to say or do something, he carried on.

He tossed my shoes and bag onto the floor in my room and then left.

Without another word.

He stole the last part that there was of me and now I’m so drained I can’t keep my eyes open.

After the longest shower in history washing away every aspect of the night, I wriggle on some underwear and slip beneath the sheets, willing myself to sleep for weeks.

Thunder crashes above me as I stand in front of Daemon’s grave. Water pelts down over my face, mashing my hair to my skin. “Why am I here!” I scream through the heavy drops of rain and loud crashes of thunder. “What do you want from me!”

Daemon appears on his gravestone, his head hanging between his shoulders while his arm rests delicately on his knee. I watch as the rain soaks through his long hair, pushing it all forward.

“Daemon?” I whisper, stepping forward. “You’re—you’re?”



Slowly, his head comes up to meet me. “Find it, Tillie. Set me free…”

I wake, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My phone is ringing. My phone is ringing? I quickly dive off the bed and onto the floor where Nate left it last night.

“Hello?”

“Tillie?”

I freeze. “Gabriel.”

He sighs. “It’s me. I have something for you that you might want back.”

“Wait,” I whisper, afraid someone can hear me. “Where are you? I thought Nate took you?”

“That’s not a conversation for right now. I need to meet you to give you this book. Can you meet me at a parking lot?” he yaps off, giving me directions.

“Yes,” I murmur. “I’ll be there at one.”

I hang up my phone, massaging my temples. I’ll finally get Daemon’s book back and hopefully, I can navigate through it enough to solve why I found it and what it damn well means.