I had never seen any medic so excited when collecting blood. Doctor Duarte surely couldn't control his constantly increasing enthusiasm while watching the drops of my blood fall into another test tube. At that moment, I already knew he was insane, but his insanity was also his charm. Certainly, he kept sniffing the drops of my life essence as if they were the world's greatest perfume, but my instincts were telling me that his scientific excitement was even greater. When he finished, he bowed down to me, thanking me for the fifth time that I had agreed to test my blood. I would lie if I said that I wasn't curious about his test results. When I was a child, my father, whom I knew had never shared an interest in science, managed to gather a team of experts from among the pack, and they got the results that tagged me as a pricey item. What if their results weren't correct? Or what if I possessed some supernatural ability that I could actually develop and use? I bet that the outc

From that night, Ezra became my family, the only family I had. I was glad to have him. He not only taught me how to fight, but he also taught me how to cope with the situation I was in and how to act in the best possible way to survive. I learned to pretend that I cared about the teachings the nuns gave the children living at St. Anna's, and that started to work to my advantage. I was given more freedom and lesser labor. The price for that was to accept the tag I was given as the "demon's child healed by God's grace". My clothes were still worn-out and the food I was given disgusting, but I wasn't being watched as carefully as before and that gave me more time to practice with Ezra. Ezra said that I had a talent for martial arts. Although my body was small, he found my agility unique. He taught me certain techniques to use my body wisely, and at the age of ten, I was able to take down a grown, medium-skilled human. At the same time, Ezra discovered that my fighting abilities

After my "audience" with my father ended, I was dragged to a guest room, as he ordered. The room was twice as big as the apartment I lived in for two years. There was a bed, a closet, and a dressing table with a mirror. Certainly, this "prison" was the most elegant place I had ever stayed since I was tossed into the orphanage. The hours passed and I was getting more and more restless. I knew I had to get out of there before 10 PM and find my way to the harbor. The room I was locked in was on the first floor. It wasn't impossible to jump from that height, but the security guards were passing by that area every few minutes, not to mention that the security cameras were everywhere. The sun was setting down. I kept staring out the window, measuring how much time I needed to jump down, run to the fence, and jump over the fence. My chances were low. I only hoped that Ezra would figure out where I was and think of some form of distraction so I could escape. Suddenly

I didn't know how I got to work. I was so deep in thoughts that I might have rudely ignored Mike while he drove me to the bank's headquarters. I retrieved my sanity for a second when I got out of the car and felt the cool wind sweeping my face and neck without a scarf. Certainly, the sensation reminded me of Sariel's cold lips touching my skin. A dumb smile appeared on my face. Fortunately, I managed to see my idiotic expression in the reflection from the thick glass entrance before anyone else noticed it and questioned my sanity. I slapped my face with both hands, as an act of self-punishment. I entered the elevator along with other employees and started writing my to-do list in my mind. I entered as the last and stood staring at the door. I minded my own business, but others didn't. There were around ten people in that elevator, all focused on me. I could feel their gazes coming from each side. I even started to wonder if my picture wasn't sent in some internal mail w

The blonde-haired stretched out his hand to grab my wrist, but I dodged it. "Don't touch me!" I yelled. "Oh, honey, don't be so tense." The snake-eyed guy grinned wickedly. "I promise that you're going to scream with pleasure right before you die. We'll do you good." I took another step to the side. I knew there was an alley between the shelves behind me. I had to take a risk and run. On my left side, I saw a box of documents within my reach. I grabbed the box and forcefully threw it at them, and then started running towards the exit. Unluckily, my speed was limited because of the heels I was wearing. "What on Earth made me wear heels with a strip on my ankle?!" I cursed my idiotic decision, which made taking the shoes off time-consuming. The blonde-haired got to me first. He blocked my way as I was about to reach the door handle, then pushed me away from the door, knocking me off my feet. His strength made me fly against the nearest row of sh