Ace was looking at an email on her laptop. She stared at it intently... This was her worst nightmare come true. White Blade was in New York City. It made sense finally. Her kidnapping wasnt Neals fault. It had been her father... His message to her that he had come for her. That their private war had begun. She was the aura master now and no doubt White Blade wanted his title back. Nothing was sacred to him. Which meant shed have to be a ruthless killer for once in her life to save everything she loved. To protect Neal and Moz, the entire city would be the battleground of the last two Aura Masters in existence. This was a battle where only one could walk away because shed never join him. Never fall to the corruption that was her father. She was concerned. This would be brutal; she could already tell. She looked at Neal as she heard him getting out of bed, You may want to carry a gun for a while, as a backup weapon. She sighed heavily. Ace went to the balcony, not saying another word. She knew Neal would probably follow her and ask why... But she needed to look. Look for him. Was he staking out the apartment? She had to know. She looked down at the street. She sighed again. There he was. She recognized the white hood of his long white jacket without even a second thought. He was watching for her. He was willing to fight even with all the possible civilian casualties. She hated that he was willing to damn the innocent along with the guilty. She glared down at him. Watching the watcher. She had to win. There was no other option. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Gahh... It had to be right as Im planning my wedding, didnt it, ya bastard? She wanted to scream out of frustration. She couldnt stand it. Couldnt stand him. She wanted to kill him. she had never been so angry, never felt so violent. He kidnapped her, stole her engagement ring, had basically threatened her fiancé and Moz with this standoff, and now was stalking her. She was about ready to cut his head off. She hated White Blade. She wanted him dead. Her hands curled into fists at the thought of him going after Neal or Moz. Her friends. They were her family. And she wasnt going to lose them now. She reared her fist back, seriously considering hitting it as hard as she could.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 21:13:25 +0000
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