"Within a world of people who hurt. People that desperately wish for a better life. Exist a small light in the darkness. A woman. One born of bloodshed, raised to kill, learned to love. She will save them all." Emily Heart, she read these words constantly. Her eyes darting from word to word. Her love and passion to find this person. This savior would be her final saving grace. Her own family born from bloodshed. Her father roused from alcoholism by her and youngest sister. She always wanted to be this woman of her book. But knowing it was impossible for this to occur. Her eyes drowning within the grief of her daughter Lilly's murder. Her own soul torn by the losses she remembered each day. Thomas, her soul mate, killed by her own hand. Amaya, the mother of Atlas, killed protecting her. Remo, her mentor, ordered to be killed by the enemy in front of her. And Lilly, her daughter, she forced her to believe she was her niece. A bastard daughter, her father ordered the hit to remove her from his own life. The hit. To rape her then kill her. The pain endless, the bodies on her head, infinite. Her mouth trembled at the thought of them smiling, and resting in limbo. Her sister hurt, she knew that. The loss of something she love, power, her money. Isabel would never understand what love was, her children would be loved by everyone but her. That would always carry in them. She knew. Emily sighed seeing the baby in her young sister's arms. Her eyes soft. Nathan, the first of Isabel's children. Born through her young sister. A wet nurse holding Nathan's twin brother, William. The mother waltzing off with her, husband. Free of their gazes Marie smiled at the twins. Their giggling faces precious and heartwarming. |