“A paper in Victorian literature and it’s influence on post modern writers.” The brunette quirked an eyebrow. It’s called Six of Crows.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh it was a YA but a pretty good one at that. “Is it? Considering how fashionable Adderall and Ritalin arw with wayward students now I would’ve thought you’d encourage Red Bull.” She joked, drinking the whole glass in two big gulps. “Please tell me it’s wedenseday because otherwise I stayed up all night writing that freaking paper for nothing because I had another day to do it…” Her eyes went to the glass and she smirked at him. “It’s Wednesday isn’t it?” Violet could feel herself starting to freak out. He stared at Violet as if she’d grown another head. “ Today isn’t Thursday?” Atticus asked softly and rubbed at his eyes, finally focusing on all that Violet had said and feeling the worry set over his mind. “Drink this now, please.” He placed his own glass of water in front of her. “You shouldn’t drink that, it’s poison.” Atty replied solemnly… forgetting for a moment that he still had a new pack of cigarettes tucked away in his briefcase. “What was the book about? And the paper, for that matter.” After asking for another glass and two coffees, he sighed. “Every year I think I’m close to finishing, they add another seven steps to get Certified.” “Well as long as you want to stay, I’m happy to be with you.” Her eyes traveled from the ceiling and down to his face, suddenly realizing how close they actually were. “Wow next time take me with you, I always forget about those and regret it later.
“Thank you, that’s the best thing I’ve heard today.” Her eyes fluttered, she felt like she might fall asleep at any minute, but she also wanted to talk to Drew. “Well if it’s Karma I’m gonna have to make some deep reflecting to make sure this doesn’t happy again.” Violet murmured, pulling the blanket closer to her. Drew turned to face her, fighting the urge to move the stray hair from her face. “I’d rather be here with you.”
I’m not too worried about it,” he told the ceiling. He let his head fall back next to her, picking out spots on her ceiling to stare to distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling he got watching her suffer. “I’ve had the flu shot this year. And last time I checked, you aren’t.” Drew sat cross legged against the foot of the couch. But with Ultra pulling strings behind the scenes and elusive as ever, it becomes a secret race against the clock to hunt down their captor, unmask a traitor and survive infiltrating the very hive of the world’s villainy.“Yeah,” he agreed, watching her reach for the box. “Maybe it’s karma.” He bit his lip, mentally kicking himself for being a dick about it. “You’ll be okay. Both prisoners at the mercy of a mad doctor, victims of a traitor within the ranks of the NSA, they must attempt something like trust to escape and seek their justice. Her family, most active agents of the restored NSA, are busy hunting the vigilante Ultra–a dangerous figure who seems to be taking justice in his own hands by any fatal means necessary but remains totally beyond the reach of both hero and government.Īmidst the hunt, Syndrome returns from the grave, kidnapping Violet to examine her powers in a secret laboratory, but not for his own uses. Parr, is attempting to find her footing both in her new career and as a hero, a position she has all but given up. Eight years after the event of Screenslaver, Violet Parr, now Dr.
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