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I know I’ll probably never see him again, and that does bring a level of sadness to my heart, but it’s not enough for me to fight harder. Death belongs with my mother, dead or alive, and he never had the heart for me. It was always her. He let her do things to me that were unspeakable, just to try and mold me into what she wanted. Those kind of things leave a mark on your heart.

That doesn’t mean I wish him ill. I don’t.

I hope he finds a way out of this, but deep down, I know that is unlikely.

He will fight Marek until his last, dying breath.

Even then, he won’t give up.

I don’t blame him. It’s all he knows.

Marek, though, he comes in like a hurricane, and there is nothing you can do to stop his destruction.

He will curl his fingers around this life my mother built, and he will consume it.

He will own it.

It will become his.

There are few people in this world who can stop him as of right now, but if he takes this, I fear there will be no one.

He will reign, and he will win.

Marek is unstoppable.

As long as he grants me my freedom, I don’t wish to know what he does.

I simply want a life outside of this.

Even if that is a lot to ask.

15

“Iwas certain you wouldfind a way out of our meeting.”

Standing at Marek’s RV, I look up at him from below the steps. Standing above me, he looks even more powerful, with his long jacket collar turned up, giving him an almost vampirish look. His blue eyes rake over my face and his long hair is tied up, showing me the striking features of his face. He is spectacular. The world would make statues out of a man that looked like him.

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