Unscramble Liberty Romane & Geschichten

After a sigh she continues. "The other planets decided that human males weren't strong enough to actually provide aid... (Tursa licks her lips) To be honest the Shikaz, Gaimo, Vaal, Frole, Peulo, Glortinon and Kea people are still free because the Cok, Hassin, Bronkark, and Makskin people joined them. If they hadn't we would have already fallen. Physically we are too weak against our enemy," Tursa says before meeting my eyes again and I gasp as I see her tears.

They all seem so happy. ''What is this place?'' I ask without taking my eyes off the sights. Gabriel walks next to me, ''This is Liberum which is Latin for free. I am sure you know my reputation to be Hella's assassin. Only nobody knows that I never killed any of the people she asked me to. I always gave them the choice to leave everything and come live in Liberum or die. No one ever found out.'' I look at Gabriel surprised, ''You let everyone hate you to save these people?''

Liberty said, “This morning, I put a sticky note on everything that was bought with my money. Help me move away the items that can be moved. If they can’t be moved, then smash it. Things without a note on them were bought with their money, so we won’t touch those belonging to them. “Besides, I paid for all the renovation. The doors, windows, and lights can all be taken down. If they can’t be taken down, then smash them.” She would take away whatever could be used or otherwise had them taken down. If those items which were taken down could no longer be of use or dismantled, then they would smash them. “I’ll leave it to you.” Liberty went to get a small knife and cut open the sealing tape of a

respect? “Well let’s see to it, shall we?”

“Why is this also so complicated and cryptic?” “It just is, you need to find the answers” It was eating at her, this whole situation. The fact Liberty saved her, the fact no one had come anywhere near our borders. Liberty had kept us hidden and safe. Even though we knew she was likely going through hell in there. Not to mention the fact if she died, Vivian was certain everything would fall apart. I wasn’t so sure myself. There was no denying the fact Liberty was special. She was a remarkable woman. The way she carried herself after the way life was always beating her down, and the way she remained kind despite what others had done. I would never say otherwise. But I had also seen the human a

The place smelled like butter and vanilla and cinnamon, like somebody had taken comfort and given it a physical form. A chalkboard behind the counter listed specials in Liberty’s looping handwriting: ROSEMARY SEA-SALT FOCACCIA BROWN BUTTER COOKIES LEMON TARTS “BAD DECISIONS” CHOCOLATE CAKE — ASK LIBERTY WHY Liberty stood behind the display case, hair in a messy half up twist, flour on her cheek like a signature. She saw me and lit up. “There she is!” she called, loud enough to make a man near the window glance up. “Dr. Death and Glory!”

he says then cuts the link. I hadn’t thought too much about what happened with Gabriel earlier, but now that I’m heading to meet him, Lottie and Christian, it pops into my mind. What did he mean when he said Liberty was changing? We knew she would change on a cellular level, that’s what Marcel said. His blood would activate her healing ability, or words to that effect. So why did Gabe go off on one about it?

Her fingers brushed the cool plastic of the burner phone, hidden deep beneath. She drew it out and stared at it for a long moment, the weight of it heavy in her palm. That tiny device carried the last spark of her hope, the only thread connecting her to the chance of freedom. Her hands trembled as she powered it on. The screen blinked to life. For a moment, there was nothing, then a single vibration, followed by the soft ping of an incoming message. She opened it quickly, her breath caught in her throat. “I regret to inform you that Alpha Gabriel is uncomfortable housing you in his pack. I am sorry for this bad news, and I hope you find a home soon.”

With a blade of remembrance, she carved a single word into the base: Libertas. Freedom. The journey was far from over. But the tide had turned. And they would never be slaves to shadows again.