Page 143 of Alpha Power

For the first time since Zamorra was a teenager she felt defeated, her sprint crushed. How did it get to this point? A few hours ago her life was good. She had her uncle, friends, and a man that made her heart race with just one look, one touch. Now, she was literally walking into her worst nightmare. Her biggest fear.

She slowly got to her feet, her legs shaking so bad she was afraid they'd give out on her and she'd go tumbling to the ground. Her gaze travelled over Axel, Darius and Margaret, sadness blooming in her heart. She'd only been here a short amount of time, but in that time she'd grown to love them all. Margaret's motherly ways, Darius' fun and carefree personality, even Axel's cold demeanour. She'd miss everything about them

What hurt the most was that they wouldn't remember this. They would remember what Leilani had planted. They would think she ran away, that she was the one responsible for all the death and carnage around them.

Part of her hoped they would be able to fight the compulsion Leilani pushed onto them but she knew it wouldn't happen. Whatever magic was embedded into that ring was powerful enough to thwart a supernatural’s mind. They wouldn't remember. And it broke her heart.

Zamorra smiled sadly. "I'll miss you guys," she whispered. "Take care of Luther for me."

Darius, Axel and Margaret fought one last time against their restraints, ignoring the pain of the silver cuffs and trying with every bit of strength they had left to break free. To save them. It was no use.

She walked to Barnabas with her head low, dread filling her up inside. This was it. The end.

Barnabas gripped her chin roughly and forced her to look into his eyes. "Cheer up youngin. The fun is just about to begin."

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