Page 120 of King of Tides

I stole this one as I passed by the other baby titan. I was nearly caught as that woman and the abomination sensed my presence. I only got away because they rushed for the boy not knowing I had already released him.

I jumped right into one of the humans and walked out the front door in their person. I’m sure my plan will go off as effortlessly.

“You come in here at a time like this with a coin? Do I look like I’m in the mood for a fucking offering?” The bishop spews.

I take a step back, startled. He’s never spoken to me like this. As one of the only original queens of my kind left, he has treated me as special among our lot.

I still believe he would have killed me if I had not been just as special as my brother. While Asher has the power to clone others, I have the power to invade their beings and access their thoughts. He couldn’t have one and not the other. We are a package deal.

“Y ... you told me to come to you straight away when I had something,” I stammer out in shock.

“Not three, four months later. Not after nearly everyone is gone.”

“What? What do you mean, Your Grace?”

“What do you mean, Your Grace?”He mocks in a whiny voice and moves his head tauntingly. “I needed something useful two days ago. Your brothers are all dead. Well, the majority of them. Our numbers have been depleted.”

“Asher?” I ask with a shaky voice.

He looks at me and glares. Something crosses over his face quickly. I hold my breath, fearing his next words.

“He gave a sacrifice for the greater good. I wouldn’t have used him if I would have known she would kill all the rest of them.”

My heart crumbles. My brother, my twin was all I had felt. I have served this cause as a nun for longer than I can remember. Asher never wavered in his support, he may have detoured to enjoy his life, but he always returned.

“In that case, I’m glad I have this news to give you. This is not just a random coin. It will grant us access to the headquarters of the Iron Brothers.

“I’ve been inside the boy, so I can trace my essence to where they are. Although I have set up a better plan if you’re willing to listen,” I say.

He gives me a dark grin. “I am listening.”

Carson

What the fuckis wrong with me? I feel like I’m dying. My body feels so heavy, and I’m soaked with sweat.

I groan as I try to toss and turn to get some relief, but this ache is in my bones and feels so heavy I can’t move. It’s not like I’ve been sick. This just came out of nowhere.

Although for months, I haven’t felt right mentally. Even now, I can’t fully remember a lot. My thoughts are all jumbled up.

“Carson. Carson Ramirez.”

I can’t open my eyes, but I don’t think the voice is in the room with me. It sounds more like it’s in my head. I groan in response, thinking the angel of death is here for me.

“Are you listening, Carson?”

“What do you want?” I reply in my mind.

“I want to help you.”

“Help me how?”

“I can heal you.”

“Why would you do that? Who are you?”

“I’m a friend. I want to help you come into your true potential.”

“Bro, I can’t even think right now. There’s nothing I can do for you, and I don’t think I’m going to live long enough to come into anything.”

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