25: If You're Not A Price... What Are You?

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꧁ CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE ꧂

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑦 - ᴛᴏᴍ Rᴏsᴇɴᴛʜᴀʟ, ℐ 𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ𝒹

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𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑦
𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑦
- ᴛᴏᴍ Rᴏsᴇɴᴛʜᴀʟ, ℐ 𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ𝒹

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑦 - ᴛᴏᴍ Rᴏsᴇɴᴛʜᴀʟ, ℐ 𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ𝒹

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ᴇᴠᴇʀɢʀᴇᴇɴ-ʀᴏsᴇ ᴘᴏᴠ

━━━ IT WAS ONE OF THOSE DAYS when the sun was shining, there were no clouds in the sky, and yet it was cold.

Cold enough for both Ric and I to need several layers of clothing to even consider training, cold enough for me to feel it from the Other Side. It was my first day of vamp-taking-down-boss lessons, mostly because both Henrik and Joey pestered me about taking a break from Mystic Falls drama, and although I was rather proficient at magic I could not always rely on Emily or Rue or the other Bennett's to lend me their power, and I needed to learn to protect myself.

To get used to a world without magic, me without magic. Because, although it had been several months since my first death and since I lost the magic that was wound within my blood, there was always the lingering feeling that it would never return. That the Original Witch, out of fear, had cursed me to a body that wasn't mine, and I had yet to accept it.

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