LOST SOULS!
CHAPTER FOUR.
opened a gateway.

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STILES WATCHES CAREFULLY BY HIS BED AS HE SEES HIS BOYFRIEND PICK UP HIS PHONE, LOOKING DOWN AT THE CONTACT BEFORE DECLINING THE CALL. The action made the brown-haired boy frown, licking his lips gently before speaking. "You know, you can't just ignore your family forever, Adrian."

"Watch me." The redhead mumbled as he tore the clothes he had been wearing for the last two days off, walking towards the Stilinski drawers. "Do you have a shirt I can borrow?"

Stiles' eyes immediately widened in alert at the sudden appearance of red cuts and slashes at the back of Adrian's back as if he had been in a battle with a werewolf, blood staining his skin. "Oh my god! Adrian, are you okay? What happened?!"

The Martin boy confusedly turned to see the very fearful Stiles, a lost expression taking place. "Uh . . . I woke up?" It came out more so a guess than an answer.

Despite the situation, Stiles had to roll his eyes. "No, idiot! I'm talking about your bleeding and cut back!" He emphasised, gesturing spastically go the gingers' wounds.

Now it was Adrian's turn as his green eyes widened, feeling his heart thud harder than before. ". . . my back is bleeding?!"

Stiles cocked his head at the boy. "Wha- how do you not know when your freaking back is bleeding?!" He shouted. They were so glad the Sheriff was out.

"I thought I had just slept wrong!" Adrian defended, his eyes suddenly clearing as if coming to a realisation. "Oh my god . . . the dream."

"What? Wait, what dream?" The Stilinski boy wondered as he quickly strode over to him, grabbing his shoulders to steer them eye-to-eye now. "Adrian, what dream?" He repeated.

The redhead's breathing began to get slightly heavier. "Oh my god." He whispered before running a stressed hand through his hair through an explanation. "I-I had another one. It was another Necromancer dream. I-It woke me up in the middle of the freaking night and when I did . . . I felt a searing pain in my back. At first, I just shrugged it off because what could it have been? I hadn't done anything to seriously injure myself. But . . . oh my god- what is happening to me?"

Stiles frowned deeply when his boyfriend sat on his bed and plopped his head into his hands for some form of release, a shaky and scared breath escaping him. Why him? he thought ever so glumly. What did I do?

The pressure of someone sitting close to him made him raise his head, Stiles taking his head in his hands instead. "Hey, listen to me. We'll figure this out, okay? Whatever is going on, we will find an answer. From now on, whenever you have one of your Necromancer dreams, you wake me up, okay?"

"Stiles," Adrian sighed as he closed his green eyes. The Stilinski boy didn't get it. Sometimes his dreams would make him awake for the rest of the night, unable to close his eyes. He couldn't do that to Stiles . . . not when he looked so peaceful at rest.

"Adrian, I don't care." The Stilinski boy interjected softly, but still stern as he shook his head. "You shouldn't have to experience that type of stuff alone, okay? No one should. Next time, you wake me up. Okay?"

"Okay." Very reluctantly, Adrian gave in with a feeling of guilt as he did so. He then suddenly took notice that his chest was still, in fact, bare. "So . . . about that shirt."

Stiles' blush returned immediately as he tried his best to ignore the shirtless state of his boyfriend once it was mentioned, trying to hide his red cheeks as he got up. "Uh, sure. Here." He raked through his drawer, picking up a random shirt. When the boy looked up, the Martin boy was smirking at him. "What?"

"Is that my shirt, Stilinski?"

Stiles immediately blushed when he realised the shirt he was holding indeed was that of his boyfriend's, his face going a deep red as he scratched the back of his neck in a nervous habit. "Shut up! It was from when you got bitten by Peter and you were staying at mine. Your plaid shirt on top of your t-shirt got bloody so I took it, got it washed and-"

"And never gave it back to me?" Adrian's eyes took in the form of amusement as he raised his ginger eyebrows, enjoying watching the boy squirm.

Stiles blushed harder, practically shoving the shirt into Adrian's hands. "Shut up! Just take it or walk around shirtless. I don't care."

"I guess you wouldn't." The Martin boy muttered under his breath as he slipped the plaid shirt on and buttoned it all the way up, looking at himself in the mirror with a frown. "I look ridiculous."

The Stilinski boy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he made his way over to his desk chair. "But . . . you've worn plaid shirts before."

"Yeah, underneath a t-shirt." The boy grumbled in response, ruffling his hair as if that would make anything better. "I look like a nerd."

Stiles grinned as he took the opportunity to wrap his arms round the redhead's shoulders and kiss his cheek sloppily. "Well, I think you look really cute as a nerd."

"Great," Adrian rolls his eyes, sarcasm lacing every bit of his tone. "Just what I've always wanted to be called in my life. Cute."

"Would you rather I call you something different?" Stiles' arms left his shoulders, his mumble meant to be anything but heard by the Martin boy.

Adrian turned slowly to him to give the teenage boy a look up and down, his mouth opening slowly. ". . . what are you implying here?"

As soon as the boy across from him caught onto his words and spoke, Stiles froze up and went the reddest he had ever gone. Adrian for a split second worried if he should be concerned at the deep colour of his face. "Wha- I, uh- nothing. Nothing. Not implying anything . . . or any action . . . definitely not."

Adrian blinked rapidly. It was too early in the morning to make sense of Stiles Stilinski right now. He thought, helping himself shake it off. "Right." He dragged out, continuing with what he was doing before.

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Adrian helped Stiles, Scott and Derek unload the bags of ice into the bath for Issac as Deaton talked to him. "Obviously, it's not going to be particularly . . . comfortable. But if we can slow your heart rate down enough, you'll slip into a trance-like state."

"Like, being hypnotised." Isaac summarised as him and the veterinarian walked over to the ice bath in the animal clinic.

Deaton nodded. "Exactly. You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind."

"How slow does his heart rate need to be?" Scott frowned as Isaac bent down to look upon the bags of ice all dumped in the now terrifying cold water.

Deaton's face remained still. "Very slow."

Derek scoffed, leaning against the bath. "Okay, well, how slow is very slow?"

"Nearly dead." The dark-skinned man shrugged, letting his words sink in between the boys.

Isaac's hand skimmed the surface, hissing from the cold as he quickly pulled away. "It's safe, though, right?"

Deaton looked down at him. "Do you want me to answer honestly?" he quirked a brow.

". . . No. No, not really."

The sound of a rubber glove snapping on gained everyone's attention and broke the tense moment. Stiles wiggles his fingers in the rubber glove as he looks over, seeing everyone's stares. "What?"

"Stiles," Adrian gave him a pointed look, making the brown-haired boy roll his eyes with a scoff before whipping the glove off.

When Derek noticed his beta staring at the ice for a moment too long and take a deep breath, he spoke up. "Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do this." Scott nodded along with him in agreement.

The blonde haired werewolf was silent for a few moments- as if debating it- before shedding his shirt off, throwing it to the side with another deep exhale of a breath.

He gasped when he sat down in the ice cold bath, Scott and the others preparing themselves as the werewolf's breathing hitched.

Derek and Scott were the ones to pull him down, knowing that they could use their supernatural strength if things went wrong. Isaac was pulled down under the water and was still for a few seconds . . . before he fought to get back up with his werewolf fangs and eyes.

Adrian and Stiles immediately reached down to hold the struggling boy's feet down, the redhead wincing at the nipping ice that made his hands feel numb. "Get him back under."

All four boys tried their best to hold the struggling and grunting Lahey boy down, Deaton obviously not seeing their best efforts in their attempt. "Hold him."

"We're trying!" Derek shot back, the four of them managing to pull him back under. Isaac thrashed in the grip for a moment . . . before he stilled.

When Isaac slowly rose to the surface again and took a small breath, everyone was quiet. It had worked. Deaton pointed a finger at them. "Now, remember, only I talk to him. Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out."

When everyone in the room gave a nod of understanding, the veterinarian leaned forwards slowly and kept his voice nice and calm as he spoke. "Isaac? Can you hear me?"

"Yes." The boy mumbled in response, eyes still closed. "I can hear you."

"This is Dr. Deaton. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that alright?"

"Yes."

"I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd." Adrian grew slightly more alert as the sound of thunder rumbled from outside, an odd feeling crossing his skin. "I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible, like you're actually there again."

Isaac's breathing picked up slighty as he mumbled. "I-I don't wanna do that. I don't- I don't wanna do that." The lights above them started to flicker, the teen beginning to pick up on his thrashing.

The Martin boy's knees suddenly felt a little weak, his head woozy as he leant more against the metal bath. He groaned in a somewhat tiredness, earning a few confused stares his way.

Deaton gave him an odd look before speaking to the hypnotised werewolf again. "Isaac, it's alright. Just relax. They're just memories. You can't be hurt by a memory." He reminded, staring somewhat nervously at his flickering lights.

Isaac just kept repeating the same words over, the vet trying his best to soothe him calmly. It took a couple of attempts but eventually the werewolf settled down in the water once more. "Good. Now let's go back to that night. To the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? A house?"

"It's not- it's not a house." The werewolf slurred out just as the Martin felt his eyes begin to grow heavy, swaying slightly. "It's stone. I think it's marble."

"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?" Everyone payed the swaying redhead no mind, too intrigued on the werewolf.

"It's dusty, so empty." The blonde managed through gritted teeth, all four boys sharing looks between one another as Deaton pressed.

"Like an abandoned building?" The flickering lights picking up again alarmed Adrian, the boy feeling his body grow slightly heavier as it became harder to stand. What was happening? "Isaac? Isaac."

Adrian fell to the floor, hearing Stiles worriedly call his name and bend down next to him as the hypnotised werewolf spoke in a panic. "Someone's here."

"Isaac, relax."

"No, no, no, no, they see me! They see me!" The redhead could hear the rippling of the ice water being caused by the thrashing werewolf, but he couldn't concentrate on that right now.

Flashes appeared before him, showing exactly what Isaac had tried his best to picture for them all. It was the house where Erica and Boyd were meant to be, and if Adrian was getting a vision of it . . . it couldn't mean anything good.

"P-Pull him- ahh! Pull him out!" Adrian gasped in an order, on all fours now as he rocked back and forth with his eyes screwed shut from the pain. When was this going to pass?

Deaton didn't take the redhead's words into consideration as he focused on coaxing the thrashing werewolf that he couldn't be hurt by something as simple as a memory. When Isaac went back to relaxing in the ice cold water, he continued speaking calmly. "Now, tell us what you see. Tell us everything."

Adrian didn't see Isaac open his blue eyes as he answered, the boy feeling his boyfriend whispering to him in concern. "I hear him. He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises."

"Is he talking to Erica?" Deaton's question erupted a searing pain through the Necromancer's skull, a small squeak escaping his pink lips at the sudden act.

"I think so, I can't- I can't see her." A blur of sights came in behind Adrian's closed green eyes, showing a messy picture of someone talking to another . . . exactly how Isaac was describing. "I can't- I can't see either of them."

"Can you hear anything else?"

"They're worried. They're worried what they'll do during the full moon. They're . . . they're worried that they are going to hurt each other."
Derek looked away from his own beta in the ice, turning to stare at the Stilinski boy currently holding a Martin boy in pain with a deep, curious frown.

"If they're locked in together on the full moon, they're gonna tear each other apart." The oldest werewolf asserted, gripping the edge of the bathtub.

The veterinarian nodded along with his words as a sign of belief, turning back to the blonde werewolf. "Isaac, we need to find them right now. Can you see them?"

"No." Adrian and Isaac's words synced together, everyone turning to look between the pain. Their facial expressions mirrored one another's as they shifted with laboured breaths.

"Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door? A sign?" Those words only seemed to make matters worse for the two teens.

The werewolf of the pair gasped as he sat up slightly, The Necromancer dropping to the floor and curling himself into a small, somewhat protective ball of fear. It seemed like they were both in a connected trance. "They're here. They see me. They found me. They're here!"

"This isn't working." Deaton shook his head once he saw the redhead of the group could no longer give his input, too busy being in whatever fearful state he was in. "Isaac, Adrian, where are you?"

"I can't see them." Isaac screamed while Adrian whimpered something about it being too dark. The lights above started to go off and on until the only piece of lighting that remained was slight flickers occurring every few seconds.

"Isaac, where are you?" Derek yelled to his beta despite his cries, an urgent tone shining in his eyes. It was understandable. These were Derek's betas that could be in trouble. What type of alpha couldn't protect his betas?

"His heart rate. He could go into shock." Deaton reminded the wolf when he saw his eagerness, a sternness in his voice to not mess the process up. Then, he turned to the redhead squirming in Stiles' arms on the floor. "Adrian, where are you?"

"A-A vault." The Martin staggered out when he heard his boyfriend gently repeat the question back to him in a whisper, petting his hair back slightly as the teen panted as if he had just ran a marathon. "It's some type of bank vault from what I can see."

"Oh, god. There's a body!" Isaac chipped in just as Adrian let out a scream of agony, Stiles' eyes widening when he began to notice the traces of blood coat his skin. "It's Erica!"

The blonde werewolf seemed to snap out of his trance as he sat up against the back of the steel tub, going on about how he saw the name of the vault . . . all the while Adrian was wailing in pain on the clinic floor. "B-Beacon Hills First National Bank. It's, um, it's an abandoned bank, and they're keeping them locked inside, inside the vault." Everyone stared at him. "What?"

"You don't remember what you said before you came out of it, do you?" Stiles questioned as Isaac turned to him, frowning when he saw the pained redhead in his arms. "You said that when they dragged you into a room there was a body in it."

"What body?"

"E-Erica." Adrian manages to gasp out through his pants, holding onto where his body was in most pain. Even from his closed eyes, he could practically smell the metallic taste of blood on him. "You said it was Erica . . . and I think I just connected to her."

Deaton turned his gaze over to him, his eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head. "How is that possible? Necromancer's don't receive wounds from one's death . . . unless," he trailed off, his gaze darkening. "Unless a spell goes horribly wrong."

Adrian bowed his head, not even denying it as he felt his voice fall into a croak when he looked down at the floor. "I just wanted my best friend back. I just- . . . I thought I could do it." he admitted.

"Adrian, the act of raising the dead can only be accomplished by the highest skill of Necromancy. I'm not sure there is such a being on this earth alive that can do it." The dark-skinned man's words were filled with a certain scolding tone, the teen looking like a small kicked puppy. "You're lucky to even be alive right now."

"I don't feel alive." The boy slurred, feeling his boyfriend's hold grow tense at his words. The Martin teen's green eyes began fog up. "I only feel someone else's deaths, which I can't stop."

"You've opened a gateway, Adrian. A gateway your kind should never open."

Adrian slowly raised his head as everyone grew silent in the suspenseful air. It seemed as if people were scared to even breathe as the next question escaped the Martin's trembling lips. "How do I stop it?"

Deaton looked at him for a long moment, his mind seeming to think instead of his mouth. When he spoke, he answered with a deep sympathy as he shook his head. "You can't."

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Stiles used the medical kit he had collected from Deaton to mend up his boyfriend's wounds as best he could, careful in his movements. Adrian rolled his eyes when he noticed Scott and the others staring with amused looks. "Piss off." He then turned back to his boyfriend, trying to ignore his growing blush. "Sti, you can stop. I'm fine. Stop making a big deal out of it."

Stiles scoffed at his words, continuing while ignoring the hands trying to swat him away. "You connected with Erica, Adrian. You connected with a dead person! You're in pain, I can tell. Don't even try to lie." He muttered the last five words, knowing he was right in his belief.

"Who do you think was in the vault with Boyd?" Derek stopped his pacing, a denial clear in his mind that he didn't want/believe Erica to be dead.

"Someone else who wasn't special enough to connect to." Adrian snapped, uncaring of the glare the alpha werewolf sent his way. He was already in enough pain, might as well push his boundaries.

"Maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle," Scott thought aloud before a brawl could break out between the two boys, turning to Isaac. "The one that saved you?"

"No, she wasn't like us." The blonde shot the idea down, mumbling in thought. "And whoever was in the vault with Boyd was."

"What if that's how Erica died?" Stiles theorised while staring at his boyfriend's wounds, taking them in as some form of clue. "They like, pit them against each other during the full moons and see which one survives. It's like Werewolf Thunderdome."

"Then we get them out tonight." Derek vouched, seeming to find no difficulty in the task.

"Be smart about this, Derek. You can't just go storming in." Deaton spoke up after eyeing the Necromancer of the group for a moment, most likely still trying to figure out his full situation.

"If Isaac got in then so can we." Derek claimed, his crossed arms flexing his muscles most likely from his slight agitation.

"But he didn't get through a vault door, did he?" The veterinarian pointed out.

"We need a plan." Scott nodded, wanting to save the two betas as much as Derek did.

"How are we gonna come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than twenty-four hours?" Derek reminded the werewolf of their situation, the stress most likely entering his bloodstream.

Stiles was quick to pull out his trusted phone, typing away before freezing when he pulled something up. "Looks like someone already did. 'Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after a vault robbery'. Doesn't say here how it was robbed, but it probably wouldn't take long to find out."

"How long?" Derek impatiently testified, giving the sarcastic boy a hard look.

"It's the internet, Derek." Adrian's lips quirked up when his boyfriend snorted and waved his phone around in emphasis. The older werewolf was having none of the boy's smart-ass comments as he gave him a look which read 'just answer the question, idiot' to which got the reply of. "Okay, minutes."

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"Boys!" Adrian yipped as himself, Scott and Stiles- who had all passed out in the young Stilinski boy's room trying to find information on the robbery- were all started awake as Noah stood by the door. "I got to get to work. You three got to get to school."

"Dad! Heather?" Stiles called before his dad could even get past his doorframe, getting up from the position him and Adrian had both been lying together with heated cheeks.

"No, nothing yet." The Sheriff grumbled, sending one last sad look towards the three them before padding out of the bedroom.

"Ten hours and nothing." Stiles sighed when him and his three friends were left all alone, plopping his head onto Adrian's shoulder.

"We're gonna find something." Scott sounded sure as he nodded from where he sat on Stiles' desk chair.

Stiles gave him a look. "Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead of Boyd any less about-to-be-dead." He commented, his boyfriend frowning beside him.

"Well, we still have time." The werewolf reminded as the Stilinski boy scrambled for all the pieces of paper he had basically used all his printer ink for.

Stiles gave his best friend a look of annoyance as he stopped flicking through the papers, now standing up. "Okay, is this whole, like, 'remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster' thing part of the 'be a better Scott McCal' program?"

"Not if it doesn't work." The tanned boy gave the two a slight, puppy-like grin.

The couple sighed collectively. "No, it works." Adrian nodded along with his boyfriend's words as Stiles dropped the papers, one sticking to his hand. He then watched the Stilinski boy's hazel eyes widen with a certain excitement. "Oh, dad! Dad? Dad!"

As the young teen ran out of his room, Adrian and Scott took it upon themselves to see what the fuss was about. Looking down at the newspaper article and title, they realised why.

BEACON HILLS FIRST NATIONAL BANK ROBBED

. . . and who better to be pushing the suspect into a cop car than Noah Stilinski himself.

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Adrian was leaning against the wall at Derek's loft where everyone had gathered- even Peter Hale was there! Which didn't really surprise him completely because the werewolf seemed to be everywhere he turned now. The pack couldn't get rid of him by the looks of things!

Stiles was first to take action as he spread out a blueprint of the bank on Derek's table, pointing with a red pen he had brought with him. "Okay, this is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of vault, which is here." he circled a certain area on the sheet. "One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that space is so small, it took him about twelve hours to drill into wall, which is stone, by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom."

"Will they even fit in there?" Adrian wondered as he stalked by his boyfriend's side, his ginger brows furrowed as he looked down upon the plan.

"Yes, we can, but very barely. They also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit-" Derek interrupted before he could go on.

"Look, forget the drill. If I go in first, how much space do I have?" The older werewolf implored, turning to face the two boys.

Adrian's eyebrows raised in a surprised amusement as Stiles turned to give the man a look, cocking his head. "What do you- what do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall"

Derek's tone and facial expression almost made the Martin boy break as he crossed his arms to answer. "Yes, Stiles. I'm gonna punch through the wall."

The Stilinski boy was quick to reply, a certain confidence to his tone. "Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on." Derek pursed his lips in anger as he slowly clenched his hand into a tight fist- most likely actually considering throwing it at the boy's face as Stiles held his hand inches from his palm. "Big, bad wolf. Yeah, look at that. Okay, see this? That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co-"

Adrian couldn't help but snort as Derek, unaffectedly, slammed his hand into Stiles' palm. The Stilinski boy yelled as he stumbled away with a clatter, holding his hand in pain. "He can do it." He groaned.

"I'll get through the wall." Derek claimed, looking between the group. "Who is following me down?"

"Don't look at me," Peter spoke from his seat on the metal staircase casually. "I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself."

"So I'm just supposed to let them die?" Derek retorted, squinting at his uncle.

"One of them is already dead."

"We don't know that!" The alpha argued with a bark.

"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of Alphas. All of them killers and if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha." Adrian's mouth popped into in surprise. That was possible?! "I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed."

"Could someone kill him again, please." Stiles sighs through his nose, side-eyeing his boyfriend who was still wrapping his head around the whole combing alpha's ordeal.

"Derek, seriously, not worth the risk." The eldest Hale shook his head as he tried to convince his nephew, tuning out the brown-haired boy and his comment.

"What about you?"

"Yeah if you want me to come-" Adrian snapped out of his trance as he nudged the Stilinski's shoulder, earning him a look. "What?!"

"He didn't mean you! There's no way your pale ass is going in that vault." The Martin boy denies immediately, seeing Stiles' eyes soften for a moment before Derek spoke again.

"I don't know about Erica, but if Boyd is still alive . . . we have to do something. We have to try. I just want to know who this other girl is. You know, the one locked in with Boyd?"

Just then, a buzz came from Adrian's back pocket. The Martin was quick to pull himself away from all the werewolf drama to look at the sent text, frowning at the user.

𝗹𝘆𝗱𝗶𝗮: 𝘄𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸. 𝗶'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗯𝘂𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝗻, 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗽- 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲- 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗻𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀!

The brother sighed at his sibling's text, rubbing his eyes with a tired groan. He knew he couldn't avoid his sister forever, and he didn't want to . . . but he felt almost sad to see her now knowing that she was only his half sister.

Regardless, she was still family . . . and Adrian still needed his sister's company more than anything right now.

A U T H O R. N O T E
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