“Aren’t most things in life still to be determined?” “Perhaps for some.” “Well then, is it safe to assume the cliché that one of these roads is happy and the other sad?” he asked, quickly growing tired of this vague game of prophecies. As to which road you follow, that is still to be determined.” Dev breathed out a laugh.

Terra only knew how her guards dealt with being around her so much. “What do you mean?” She tilted her head curiously, looking straight into his soul, and he did his best to seem calm, to not show how her ominous eyes affected him. “I am both happy and saddened by your situation.” His brows pinched in. He stayed silent, both unwilling and unsure how to answer. She regarded him collectedly, like she did all things, with an expression that suggested she had seen into his future, flickered through his past, and held his current desires, wondering how much he might know of them. “Does she return these feelings?” At her disruptive question, Dev snatched his eyes away from his target and latched on to another. Her composure was something that always, ironically, unnerved him. She wore the traditional white robe of the Vigil elders, and her posture was straight but relaxed.

Elena sat on the other side of the room, a small smile touching her features. I’m sure you have responsibilities you are neglecting.” “If I leave, I would be neglecting my greatest responsibility,” Dev said evenly. “You don’t need to stand around counting the seconds. “Dev, you can wait outside,” said a soft feminine voice. A promise he failed to keep with someone else. He promised her he’d be here, promised he’d never let anything happen to her. How long had he been waiting? How long had he been trained to the same fixture? The answer didn’t matter. Staying perfectly still, he was unable to look at anything but the emptiness.

Frowning, he wondered if she was scared to come here or if she was entirely fearless as she closed her dark eyes-eyes that he’d seen burn with determination-only to open them to an unknown beginning. How would it feel to wake up on such a thing? He couldn’t imagine it being pleasant, but then she’d dealt with worse than lying on a cold surface. The surface was white, smooth, and looked entirely uncomfortable. Mellow Prologue HE LEANED AGAINST the wall, studying the bare table before him.

The Divide by E.J. Mellow