81. Alpha Dex

Heading down the cobbled path with Rose gave me a strange sense of Déjà vu. We had done this only a few months ago. Late at night, the scent of citrus and sweet fuchsia flowers mixed upon the dusky evening air we had strolled, close siblings, able to trust one another.

I had declared I would stand up for her, make sure I would do everything I could to prevent her being in an arranged marriage to Austin. Now I was here to find out just how much she had deliberately ruined a young woman’s life.

“Much further?” Rose asked, her eyes glued downwards to the cobbles. She wore a long black dress, covered in slashes and chains. After being dolled up like a toy for the Conference she was back in full punk mode. Her short dark hair was a mess of wild curls and her ears covered in new piercings. I was in my leather jacket, unzipped, grey shirt underneath.

“Just into the orchard, did you do all those piercings yourself?”

“Roxie, we were bored at Foxton,” she shrugged nonchalantly.

/Fantastic/