*THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY AFTERDEATH BOOK: A TALE OF DEADLY LOVE! PLEASE READ THAT FIRST TO UNDERSTAND SOME PLOT HERE! It isn't anything major, but having that knowledge may help your reading experience and enjoyment. Your choice at your own pleasure*...
"Careful Palette, hold onto the wall. Your legs are shaky."Slate tells me
"I know! I am avoiding the Forbidden Hall!"I say, switching to another wall
The Forbidden Hall is what Slate calls the hall that leads to the worst experiment chambers and cruelest prisoners we're stuck with. Which includes a bunch of alternate versions of Goth.
He nods.
"How is your head? It's so cracked and doesn't seem to heal regardless of how much magic is used."He asks curiously
"It doesn't hurt anymore so that's good at least."I reply
"That's good."He says
I walk ahead of him along the wall, glancing back at him and knowing the way like the back of my hand by now. I smile at him.
"Why exactly are we not trying to get out of here again?"I ask
"It's too risky for you in your condition. And I am not escaping without you, Palette."He says
"Right...."I say, then hear footsteps coming closer
Slate suddenly grabs me and pulls me closer to him.
"Slate? Is everythi-Mh!?"I begin
He stops me with a kiss.
Huh! What is he doing? What's gotten into him?
My face burns and my soul beats faster. He ends the kiss and promptly holds me against his chest before I can say anything. I just feel a hand grip onto my arm while his arms hug me close. The footsteps stop right behind me. There is a tense silence for a good few moments. It allows me to recollect myself from the shock and form my thoughts.
"Get your hand off of him unless you want trouble. I've seen your kind and you're not allowed near him. Not over my dead body. He's been through enough."Slate says
He only gets silence in return. I feel a tug on my arm.
"You hurt him, I'll have your head. Let go."He growls
Again, nothing but silence.
I try to turn around but his grip tightens, preventing me.
"Slate? Who is there? Are they coming out already?"I ask
He knows who I meant by they.
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"Hey, Palette. I've been searching for you."A familiar voice says
Goth?
I turn my head but couldn't see who was grabbing my arm. Slate loosens his grip so I can steady myself and straighten up again. I turn around and see Goth standing there, gripping my arm. His jaw drops and his gaze trembles when he sees the condition of my skull. I smile for a moment, then see how different he looks. He has a long green night-gown like robe that goes down to his feet. Long sleeves and something glowing on the back of his neck that glows in the dark hall.
