CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR ━ HEY SWEETS

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(chapter twenty-four.) hey sweets
❝ YOU NEED TO STAY AWAKE. ❞

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POET AND KLAUS WERE LISTENING TO EACH OF THE SPIRITS, eager to hear what they had to say. They were currently listening to a man whose hands were bloody and didn't look like... hands.

"She chopped my hands off and let me bleed to death in the bathtub," the man said, causing Poet to wince in pain at the feeling and thought. Klaus just looked disgusted at the sight as well.

"He took me to a temple," a woman said but in a different language, her fingers pulling down the collar of her shirt where the two got to see her throat sliced open. Poet crinkled her nose, "slashed my throat, watched me bleed out."

Another woman came out, a pillow held in her hands. "She crept in my room, put a pillow over my face, and told me not to bother praying."

"That's terrible," Poet said in the same language the woman spoke. Klaus looked at her in surprise, wondering in how many other languages the Capulet could speak in.

"They attached jumper cables to my nipples and shocked me for hours," Klaus and Poet looked around to find the person talking, coming to find a man bleeding. Poet gulped.

"He pretended to have car trouble," the two looked away from the bleeding man holding jumper cables to the man that was currently speaking, "And when I stopped to help, he ran me over. Uh... forward, reverse. Then he saw my wife waiting for me in the car. She ran."

"Just shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up," Klaus repeatedly said. "Everybody, just... Everybody just shut up, please shut up. Jesus, you guys are worse than the drugs."

"How could they possibly know about Zoya Popova?" Poet heard the man say. She let out short pants, grunting in pain as the pain from the bullets now came and hit her in the face. She heard the woman answer, but the ringing in her ears made it hard to listen.

"Pull it together, now!"

"Swiss Alps, huh?" Klaus glanced at Poet, kicking her to keep her awake. The spirits stared at the girl and looked at the man, each of their empty eyes staring at him with sympathy.

Poet opened her eyes as soon as she felt herself being turned. She saw the two people standing in front of her and Klaus, staring at them with glares.

"Which one are you? Cha Cha or Hazel?" Klaus asked the man. Poet stared at them and tried to focus on their thoughts, but just as she was doing that, she felt herself slump more in her chair, ignoring the pieces of hair getting stuck in her sweat and the blood.

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