Wicked Wings [COMPLETE]

CHAPTER 27: Love in Literature

When nothing holds the idea of the future, something does make a difference.

When your heart isn't yours anymore, you would love to give it all.

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The falling leaves..

The shedding greenery..

The vibrant flowers on Earth..

Cold everywhere..

Fall had finally arrived as she watched the transitioning scenery outside her room's window.

At one place when some bonds were growing stronger, the others were falling apart.

Khushi pursed her lips as she tried Mason's number for the fifteenth time today and consistently ended up being disappointed as he cut her call once again.

It had been days since he was ignoring her and she failed terribly in every attempt she made to confront him. He wouldn't even sit in his usual place behind her in class these days let alone speak to her.

That wasn't her sole reason to be disappointed though.

Kevin didn't show up ever since that day when she had got Arnav back from that parallel reality.

As per Ree's words, he had gone to Georgia to pay a visit to his ailing grandmother.

Though she believed it to be true, his absconding only added fuel to the fire of Khushi and Arnav's speculation about him being involved with Aloysius.

But she was glad about one thing that at least for the time being, her best friend Rebecca was free from his company. The future, however held a very dicey sequence in her mind, but Arnav had assured her that everything was going to be taken care of.

Even if it was just an assurance for the sake of it, she didn't mind, as long as her loved ones were safe and happy.

But what next?

That fear never abandoned her.

Agitated, she threw her phone carelessly on the bed and paced patiently in her room, mindlessly flipping through the pages of the giant book in her hand. It had been ages since she had tried solving the riddle of that Latin phrase written in her grandmother's grimoire, which she believed to be a special spell, and regardless of how much she had deciphered about the intricacies of Witchcraft until now, when it came to that spell, her efforts made no avail.

Conquer vos

Quae tua est in saeculum

Parva est pretiosa

Et inveniamus jacentem in caede

She again played the translation of the verse in her mind, parroting it like she did every time that she tried to solve the riddle.

Conquer you must, What is yours forevermore, Petty is precious, You shall discover lying in the gore.

Conquer you must, What is yours forevermore, Petty is precious, You shall discover lying in the gore.

But no, it was not helping.

And today, this wasn't the only concern or complexity that she found herself ensnared in. Taking a deep breath, she looked at the other difficult agenda in the book.

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"The Old Castle at the Zienne Valley"