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Tillie
You don’t judge an ocean by what you see on the surface the same way that you never, and I mean never, judge a King by his demeanor. They know more than they show and are worse than you could ever know. This can be a good thing or a bad thing. I know this, but the information that they hold from everyone, me included, is something I can only handle for so long.
I push open Brantley’s front door, tossing Nate’s keys onto the small table that accommodates loose items.
I press the door closed and quickly head for the door that leads to the floor level, to my room. I need to ask Daemon what this book has to do with me and why he didn’t tell me that that boy was him. Is this why I have always had feelings for him? Because they’ve always been there, under all of the damage from my past?
I don’t know, but as I move down the long hallway, I know I’m about to find out.
Lifting my fist to his door, I knock a few times, but no one answers.
“Daemon?”
I squeeze the handle and push at it, finding his bedroom exactly how it has always been. I haven’t seen him for a couple of nights now, and I’m starting to get worried. He’s not been the same since we found him.
I sigh, flopping onto his bed with the book in my hand. Slipping my wrist through the bracelet, I loosen it enough so it fits comfortably, and lay back, flicking through the pages again.
Maybe I’ve missed something between the pages. Maybe there’s something in-between that I’m not catching…