The Partisan Chronicles [Dystopia | Supernatural | Mystery]

Everleigh

The Jaskar.

Somewhere mine and mine alone.

An auditorium for the naughty,

and for the nice.

The design, a tribute to my father:

the flair of it all.

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They called me Mistress Gloom, as did the one who intruded upon my decadent underground office that night.

Black on black on black.

"What do you want," I said.

"Lidia's following them."

"Okay."

It was too soon,

too soon.

They weren't all there yet.

But Alexander seemed attached to the fox and his friend.

Like him, like her.

"Was there anything else."

The man shook his head. He was the least annoying of my minions.

No,

I didn't make him.

He was adopted.