Chapter83Hope,Perhaps 1froze,completelyshockedCouldCarterreallyseeme? 53% 10FreeCoins Itthatwastrue,thenmaybetherewasstillhope.ButbeforeIcouldspeak,Lukesvoicerangoutfrom outside Chloe,whereareyou? Hesoundeddesperatestumblingaroundlikealostman.Hisweakstepscrashedagainstthewalls,andtheroldair hedraggedinmadethevigil lightsflickerand Thewindwhippedthroughthehall ,andsnowblewinwithit.Carterblinked,atired,selfmockinglookcrossinghisface.
Ofcourse.Youreheretoo.
Iwaspuzzled.WhywasCarterhere?Whowashewaitingfor? Thenoiseoutsidegrewlouder .Irushedtoseewhatwashappening.Lukewasgrippingthemonksrobe,hisfacetwistedwithanger.Whyistherenowomanhere?IsawChloecomein.Itsyou.Yourehiding Mr.Bolton,pleasecalmdown,thedriverurged.Hisvoicewasgentlebutfirm.Theresnowoman here.Themasterhasntliedtoyou .
Sorry,master.Mr.Boltonsbeenhitreally hardlately.Hesseeingthings.
Thedriverglancedatthemaster,whoremainedsittingcrosslegged,hisfaceneutral.Hemutteredtwowords:Fatefulbond.
Fatefulbond?Whatnonsense isthat?Lukegrowled,hiseyeswildwithfrustration.IjustwantChloeback! Hiseyeswerebloodshot,hiswordsnearlyaplea.EveryonesaysMountSpiritusissacred.Theysayifyoupraywithenough sincerity,your wisheswill begranted.Icametofindmywife.Sheshere!Isawher! Themastersighed quietlyandhandedLukeafortunebox.Icanseeyourheartispure.Thegodswillguideyou .Drawaprophecy.
Thedriver,whoneverbelievedinthissortofthing,waswillingtotry anything.Lukewaslosinghisgriponreality,andthedriverhopedthatthisritualmightgivehimsomepeace.
Mr.Bolton,mygrandmother alwayssaidfortunesaretrue.Youshouldgiveitatry.
Lukeknelt beforethealtar.Hisfacegrew ewmoreseriousashestaredatthestatuesaroundhim.
Heheldthefortuneboxwithbothhands,closedhiseyes, and shookitgently.
Thehallwassilentexceptforthesoundofthepapers rustlinginsidethebox.Then,withasoftclink,onepaperfelltotheground.
Thedriverquicklybentdowntopickitup.Mr.Bolton,thismustbetheone ….
1/4 Sat,Dec Chapter83Hope,Perhaps Hestoppedspeakingwhenhe sawLukesface.
Lukegrabbedthepaperfromhishands ,andIleanedforwardtoreadthewordswrittenonit.
+10FreeCons Themessageread.Mooninthedeeppool,areflectioninthemirror,anemptyvision,bringingnewsofpeace.
paper.This…thisfortune… Lakesfingerstightenedaroundthepaper.This Themasterputhishandsina prayer,Mr.Bolton,thistheworstomen.Themoonreflectsinadeeppool,seeninthemirror .
Itspeaksofthemooninthewater,theflowersinthemirrorbothareillusions.Ifyou seeksomeone,itisunlikelyyourwishwillbegranted.
ThefortuneboxslippedfromLukeshands.Thepiecesofpaperscatteredacrossthefloorinalldirections.
Hedroppedtohis knees,hisfaceamaskofdespair,muttering,Howcanthisbe?Anemptyjoy?Howcanitbeempty?IsitreallyimpossibleforChloetoreturn? Asharpvoicerangout,cuttingthroughtheair.Luke,thisisasacredplace.Youcannotbehavethisway.DonotdisturbthepeaceoftheBuddha.
Asthevoicespoke,afortunelandedwithathudbesidehiswheelchair.
Damian,Cartersaidsoftly.
Behindhim,atallmanwithascarbentdownandpickedupthefallensticknearLukeschair.
Lukesuddenlylungedforward,hisfacecontortedinmadness.Whatisit? Ileanedincloser,curiositygettingthebetterofme.
Thefortuneread,Adragon,oncetrapped,findsitswaytowater.
Theyellowdragon,longconfinedtothedepths,wouldonedayrise.Itwouldsoarhalfwaytothesky.Allitseffortswouldcometofruition,and itsluck wouldslowlyimprove.
Itdidntneedmuch interpretation.Itwasobvious.
Hewasthedragon,trappedinthedepthsbecauseofhisruinedlegs.
WhenLukesawthefortune,hisfrustrationgrew.HechargedtowardCarter.Yourethedragon,andImtheflowerinthemirror,Carter.Yourefinewhere youare.Whycomebackandfight.meforthis? Ifthefortuneheldtrue,itmeantthat CarterwouldeventuallytakecontrolofeverythingtheBoltonshad.NoamountofhelpfromJeffreycouldchangethat.
Carterhadtheupperhandineverythinghislooks,hischaracter,hisskills,hismethods.
Theonlything holdinghimbackwashislegs.
Inhismadness,Lukeraised hishandtostrike.
2/4 Chapter88Hope.Perhaps Damiansfaceturnedevencolderatthesight.
Hesteppedforward,quicklyblockingCarter,grabbingLukeshand.Withaswiftkick.Lukewassentflying.
Thedriverpaused,unsure.
ButwhenDamianshot hima look,thedriversnappedtoattention.
Takehimdownthemountain.
Yes,yes… JustasIwasabouttostepforward,somethingcaughtmyeye.Afortunelayatmyfeet.
WhilethedriverwasfocusedonLuke,Ibentdowntoseewhatwas writtenonit.
Thefortuneread.Misfortunebecomesfortuneinamoment .Agentlemanleavesthemountainfornow;whenatigerandarabbitcrosspaths,goodnewsfollows.Focusonyourgoal,andeveninbusytimes,youwillfindpeace.
Itwasclearenough.
Goodandbadoftengohandinhand.Ifyoumeettherightperson,badluckcanturnintosomethingbetter.
Themonkcarefullyreturnedtheotherfortunestotheirplace,onebyone.
Whenhepickeduptheonebymyfeet,afaint,knowingsmiletuggedathislips.
Fortunewithinmisfortune,hesaidquietly.Howcurious.
Ilookedaroundtheroom,surroundedbystatuesofgods.Wasthisamessage? Couldtherestillbeawayoutforme,evenafterIwasgone? ButIwasalreadydead.Icouldntevengetmyrevenge.WhatcouldIpossiblydonow ? Luke,afterDamianskick,coughedupblood.Thedriver,clearlyshaken,quicklysoughthelpandtookhimdownthemountain.
IcouldntwanderfarfromLuke,notwiththerestrictions.
Astheyledhimtoasideroomtorest,Itookonelastlookback.
Cartersatquietlyinhiswheelchair,his gazefixedonthetoweringstatueinthehall.Hegrippedthefortunetightlyhisfingerspaleagainstthepaper.
Icouldntmakeouthisexpression,andIcouldntunderstandwhyhewasthere.
Outside,thewindhowled,andsnowslammedagainstthewalls.
Atthatmoment,LukegotacallfromJeffrey,hisvoicesharp ontheotherend,tellingLuketoreturntotheBoltons.
3/4 SUL,VIN: Chapter83Hope,Perhaps +10FreeCoins Nelsonsteamhad trackeddowntheBoltons.Jeffreyhadfoundoutaboutmysituation,andhewasfurious.
IhadntbeenattheBoltonslong.Mr.Tuckersteamhadonlycometoaskafewquestions.
Lukewalkedintothestudy,onlyforaninkbottletocomeflyingathim.
Hemovedfast,dodgingthebottle.Itsplatteredacross hisclothes,but hemanagedtoavoidgettinghit.
Grandpa.
Jeffreypoundedthedeskwithhis fists.Dontcallmethat.Tellme whathappenedtoChloe.Whydidthepoliceshowup? Lukeseyeswerered,hislipscracked.Helookeddrained,wornthinbywhateverhehadbeenthrough.
Hesanktohisknees,staringblankly.

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Idontknow.Maybeshesjustmissing.Grandpa,tightnow,itsallaboutEsmee.Ifshewakesup,thepolicecangettheanswerstheyneed.Then,wecanfindChloc.
Withaloudcrash,Jeffreysfuryerupted.Hesweptavaseoffthetable,sendingitcrashingtothefloor.
Hiseyes,cloudywithanger,burnedwithrage.Youretalkingaboutthe girlintheICU?Ijustgotword.Shesdead.Anhourago.
Ifeltmybodyfreeze.Thenewshitmelikeablow.IstaredatJeffrey,mymind racing.
What?Esmeewasgone?