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Chapter 51: The Enemy in Your House

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

Avoiding Leski for the rest of the day became the most annoying trial I’d endured in years. Having her constantly chasing me around the estate was bad enough, but when that effort failed, she plopped in front of the guesthouse’s door and refused to move. I had...

Chapter 52: Frustrating Women and Easy Missions

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

Finishing off my snack, I glanced over my stowaway and almost didn’t recognize her, considering everything she’d done to alter her appearance. She’d changed her hair color, for one. Not nearly enough time had passed to do that naturally, but its silver and pu...

Chapter 53: Let's Mess This Shit Up

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

Bowing, I stuttered, “L-lokke Vi-vitras.” Korix, something deep inside whispered with relief. Seizing my arm, he pulled me out of my bow before dragging Wyla and me after him. He pushed us into the closest lab, locking the door once it had slid closed, and s...

Chapter 54: Why?

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

How I managed to stay on my feet was beyond me. I didn’t have adrenaline to help me ignore the pain in my wrist, and without it, I usually couldn’t take something like this without stumbling, only deadening my nerve endings after my initial reaction. I didn’t...

Addendum

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

Betrayal, as you know, is one of the worst ordeals that someone can experience. So many emotions are mixed up with it, anger and hurt being the top contenders, but the worst of them is when the one who was betrayed is left wondering what made the other person ...

Chapter 55: Rescue From an Unexpected Quarter

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

What was taking so long? This question echoed in me as I circled the confines of my cell with my hands plastered to my forehead. I kept thinking to myself, Everything’s fine. It’ll all be fine. Repeating those assertions wasn’t drowning out the echo, though...

Chapter 56: In the Enemy's Midst

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

On the facility’s main level, House Cerullis members were crowding the halls that had been empty not ten minutes ago, flocking to the call of their leader. Having so many hostiles around her clearly made Leski uncomfortable, given the number of sharp glances s...

Chapter 57: Something's Not Right

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

Shukusen Alezand showed no sign of leaving, and cursing in my head, I settled in to wait. Obviously, one of the people on the landing pad wanted something from the other, and I was curious which was which. “What else needs to be finished before we can start?”...

Chapter 58: Well, I'm About to Die 1

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

I didn’t rush him. I wasn’t an idiot. If I did that, he’d just shoot me from the landing pad. No, I had to sneak closer before I engaged, praying all the while that I could surprise him. I seriously doubted that would happen, but one could always dream. “Wha...

Chapter 59: Well, I'm About to Die 2

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

A mishmash of rotating colors abruptly halted with my head smacking into plastic, and my vision further blurred, jerking without permission across the ceiling. A high-pitched buzz took up residence in my ears, and I was having a hard time parsing why a flashin...

Chapter 60: A Heavy-Handed Boss

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Shukusen Talira was glaring at me like I’d offended her highest sensibilities. I stood perfectly still in front of her with one arm crossed behind my back while supporting myself on an IV pole with the other, and all the while, I ignored what was floating besi...

Chapter 61: Getting Home

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

I was so tired. While this shuttle sped through the city, the light of the setting sun splashed over me in intervals from between the towers. The warmth of it felt nice, adding to the lulling sensation of riding in a vehicle, and I could barely resist it. Th...

Chapter 62: That Took an Unexpected Turn

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

I barely stopped myself from laughing into Leski’s mouth. How had I gotten myself into such a strange situation? Flirt that I was, people usually knew how flexible I was in my preferences and tastes within an hour or so. Under normal circumstances, Leski would...

Chapter 63: Aren't Coincidences Fun?

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When my alarm dragged me to wakefulness, I groggily silenced it, struggling to remember where I was or why someone’s arm was hanging over me.  Someone’s arm… With a sharp inhale, I stopped myself from any sudden movement, and all the while, every glow-infuse...

Chapter 64: Research: A Necessary Part of the Job

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When I could think again, I frantically patted my body down while a buzz muffled my hearing. I had no memory of the trip here, which was strange. The ringing in my ears lifted enough for me to hear Pheniks coughing. Once I’d found him, I stumbled to rub his ba...

Chapter 65: The Unstoppable Trio

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

When I extracted myself from my siblings’ embrace, I was aware of how many people were staring at us, but I didn’t care. Clasping Feena’s arms, I asked, “How’ve you been?” She shrugged. “Oh, you know. Busy,” she said. “I saw you only a few days ago, Zae.” ...

Chapter 66: Protocol and Updates

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

“Why were you really in Rane’s bar?” I eventually asked Feena. Because there was no way in hell that she’d been there by chance. “Talira’s assigned me to you,” she said. “I’m your support team until this situation is resolved, acting Lokke Vitras.” Nodding,...

Chapter 67: Introducing Leski to the Family

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My laughter filled the foyer, bouncing in the air around us, and as if a switch had been flipped, Leski lost her shocked fright with storm clouds replacing it. Getting in my face, she slapped my arms and shoulders, but even in this supposedly furious barrage, ...

Chapter 68: A Brief Loss of Control

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I was only half-aware of tracing the path to my old bedroom, and a few steps in, a message from my sister slid into my array. I’ll take care of Ace tonight, it read. If you need to talk, I’m here. I stopped short, staring at those words, and after a moment, ...

Addendum

The Art of Becoming Clash with the Ancients

As you might have noticed, I wasn’t great at controlling extreme emotions when I was young. I could ignore more of them than the average Lutovish, but danger to loved ones? You know firsthand what that does to me, Elliot. The Ancients showed me how important ...