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Morgan pov.
"Morgan?" Torren's voice sounds like she's been screaming her lungs out and it's not hard to guess that maybe she has. It makes the anger I have for Sinclair all the more potent and at this point, I'm itching to deal with her. "What's happening, where are we?"
"We're at a safe house." I can't tell her where exactly we are, not because I don't trust her but because even, I don't know. I know were on Gliss but it's not a part of it I'm familiar with and I have a strong feeling it has to do with their magic cloaking it.
"They told me you were dead." She mutters, sitting up and batting the Fairie away when she tries to help her. "I can do it by myself." She does too, painfully slow and when she finally rests against the headboard she's visibly out of breath. "What happened to you? What did they do?" I'm not sure if I can stomach hearing but I have to. I'll do the exact same to Sinclair before I kill her. Rain's hand comes up to cares the back of my neck and even though his touch does calm me down tremendously there is also a murky part of his mind that I can't access. A part that hasn't ever been there before and I don't know if I even want to know what he's hiding from me. I can't stomach Rain lying to me when it's all everyone around us have been doing to us.
"They locked me in a cage in a dark room but that's not the conversation we're having right now." There is a look in her eyes that's so unique to Torren I can't believe I fell for the cloned version of her. It makes me feel stupid. "Where have you been? You disappeared and they kept tyring to convince me you were dead, but you can't die, Morgan." She says it like its fact, like she knows I can't, and I know there's another secret to be uncovered here now. I don't have the energy for it, but I still ask her.
"I can't die?" She nods, a haunting look crossing over her face. "Explain yourself."
"You were two. We went to the beach and Mom took her eyes off us for a couple of minutes and you decided the ocean was your friend, so you ran in. You got swept up by a wave and when dad eventually got a hold of you, you were giggling like you went on a ride. Then there was the time you were three and you jumped off the three in our back yard, I didn't even know you knew how to climb it, and you fell. Anyone else would have died or at least be seriously injured but Morgan, you got up and started climbing like nothing happened to you. You get sick and it doesn't affect you the way it does other people. You can't die. I don't know how and I don't think I care to know but when they told me you were dead, I knew it was a lie. I don't think a bullet can take you out at this point." I rub my forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
"You saw me go through all of this and you didn't think it was worth mentioning?" She shakes her head, and I blow out a breath of frustration. "Okay, well. I'm not human so maybe that explains it all. We're half sisters and our dad wasn't our dad. You were conceived through some random dude we don't know but I can find out if you want the same messed up reunion, I've had with my birth father who I swear is trying to kill me, but luckily, as you just pointed out, I can't fucken die." I'm done. I'm so damn done with everything it feels like I'm going to burst. There's an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, one that leaves me restless, but I don't move. I stand in my spot and watch Torren abord everything I just dropped on her.
"You're lying." She finally mutters and I nod. Of course she would think that. Of course, the Torren I found was a fucken clone because my sister, my real human sister never just believes anything. Nothing is just taken at face value with her and it's annoying as hell but at least now I know I'm dealing with the real thing so, I lift her into the air and drop her back down on her bed. "What the fuck?"
"I did that." I tell her, taking the couch that's in the corner of her room and throwing it at the wall before fixing everything again. "That too." "Stop it." She mutters, sounding almost scared.
"Stop what, Torren? What, the truth a little too much for you?" I'm angry at her and I have no idea why I am. Hours ago I just wanted her to be safe but now that she is I can't help but want to shatter her reality the same way mine was and there is nothing normal about that. Mayb Rain is right, maybe I am broken.
"Truth? This is the truth? We're not sisters and my father isn't my father and you're not even human?" There are tears in her eyes, something I haven't seen in a while and a part of me feels bad, wants to go over and comfort her but I stay in place. Watch her from somewhere inside of me that can't care less and that's the part that I chose to listen to.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
"We're half-sisters. We came out of the same womb." I draw, watching the tears finally fall down her face and that's what makes me move towards her, but she holds her hand up, stopping me in place.
"No, don't touch me. Just, go." She whispers the words, pulls her legs against her chest and hugs them tight.
"Do you want me to come back?" She shakes her head, a bitter pill but I accept that. She's always been good at pushing me away. Now, she has even more of a reason not to care about me. I gave her the perfect weapon to justify why she doesn't want to interact with me, but I know it won't last long. Someone will talk to her and then she'll argue with me about her place in this war. She'll want to be on the front lines and call shots and feel important but I'm not going to let her. The only front lines she's going to man is those that watch me put an end to all of this, of that I will make sure.