Sloan succeeded in slowing Julia down enough for Derek to catch up and grab
hold of her. "This IS your home, you're not leaving it," he told her.
He turned her to face him, holding her arms firmly. "The council won't be
staying here, but Cross might insist. You're not leaving here, I won't
allow it."
"But you'll allow them to do this." Julia said, 'this' clearly meaning this
whole situation and the fact he wanted her to deny everything. Lie. And he
was willing to do it himself.
"If this is 'my' home then why am I the one that has to be moved around and
hidden and lied about?"
She shrugged out of his hold and glared at Sloan as she headed up to the
third floor and to HER bedroom.
She tossed open the door and went to the first closet, only to slam the door
and go to the next one in search of that damned suitcase.
Julia felt the first of the tears fall and swiped her arm across her eyes,
mentally telling herself to pull it together.
"If Cross is so damned vicious then why is he in the Legacy?" She demanded
to know "If you have people that are going to treat others like that, or
make people lie about people they claim to love, or hide the fact that a
damned MIRACLE happened to let someone come back, this THIS isn't the Legacy
I died for in the first place!"
She turned to look for what she was going to pack first, unable to stop
shaking as she continued her tirade "We're supposed to be in this
organization to fight FOR the Light, not hide it away because some headcase
might come along and try something!"
Dresser drawers. Good a place to start as any.
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