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A WAREHOUSE IN A DARK ZONE, DUBLIN, IRELAND

I rise

Or try to Jada crashes into runt then her hands are onmy restraints, and the sensation is too much My body is hypersensitive

Finally, she frees my hands I push her away and open ht thrusts cruel needles into my brain

I close my eyes swiftly Scents assault me: the acrid odor of the Sweeper’s minions, concrete and dust, chehts," I say

"Why?" Jada says

"I have a headache" I ithoutthe blinding lights the Sweeper arranged for our surgery

Once I sense diain Tolerable

"Mac, what did you do?" Jada exclaione!"

Sound iong to a shield Not gone The Sweeper and his minions were displaced, still nearby I say, "A si--backward, not forward" No Fae has the power to fold things into the future, and only the king and I possess this small way to manipulate the past In a ain, at our operating tables But I intend to be gone

I Intend

I rise My body doesn’t oes li," I tell Jada, atches me with narrowed eyes I contract my abdomen, bend at the waist, stabilize s as a unit over the side of the gurney and touch my feet to the floor

I stand

I AM

Desire Lust Greed And the path I choose to supremacy