Emily Wolfe'un Gelişi

Chapter One

The body lay in perfect repose on the Victorian fainting couch, looking more like a sleeping beauty than a victim. Detective Sarah Chen had seen enough death in her ten years with the Metropolitan Police's Special Cases Unit to know that natural death never looked this peaceful. Something was very, very wrong.

        'No signs of struggle, no marks on the body, and yet...' She leaned closer, studying the victim's face. Charlotte Mills, aged 28, was found by her roommate this morning, apparently having passed away in her sleep. Her expression was serene, almost blissful, but her eyes - those were what caught Sarah's attention. Behind the closed lids, her eyes were moving rapidly, as if still deep in REM sleep.

        "You see it too, don't you?" The voice came from behind her, rich and cultured with a slight Irish lilt. "She's still dreaming."

        Sarah turned to find a tall man in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit standing in the doorway. He hadn't been there a moment ago, she was certain of it. His dark hair was streaked with silver at the temples, and his eyes were an unusual shade of amber that seemed to shift color in the light.

        "This is a closed crime scene," she said firmly, her hand instinctively moving toward her weapon. "How did you get in here?"

        He smiled, but it didn't reach those strange eyes. "Dr. Marcus Thorne," he said, pulling out a card that somehow both looked official and seemed to shimmer slightly. "I'm a consulting specialist with the Department's new Oneiric Phenomena Division."

        "The what division?" Sarah frowned, taking the card. The moment her fingers touched it, she felt a slight electric tingle, and the letters seemed to rearrange themselves before her eyes.

        "Dreams, Detective Chen. We investigate crimes involving dreams." He moved into the room with fluid grace, his attention fixed on the victim. "And this is the third one this month."

        Sarah's mind raced. There had been two other deaths recently - both young women, both found peacefully dead in their sleep. She'd seen the reports but hadn't made the connection until now. "How do you know about those cases?"

        "Because I've been tracking the killer for quite some time." Thorne knelt beside the body, his eyes now definitely more gold than amber. "He's what we call a Dream Collector - someone who has learned to enter and steal dreams. But this one has developed a taste for more than just dreams. He's taking souls."

        Under normal circumstances, Sarah would have dismissed such talk as nonsense. But there was something about the scene, about the victim's still-moving eyes, about Thorne himself, that made the impossible seem suddenly plausible.

        "If you're tracking him," she said carefully, "why haven't you caught him?"

        Thorne's expression darkened. "Because he only appears in dreams. The physical world is my domain, but his... his is the realm of sleep. To catch him, we need someone who can walk between both worlds." He turned those unsettling eyes on her. "Someone like you."

        "Me?" Sarah almost laughed, but the sound died in her throat as memories she'd long suppressed began to surface. The dreams that felt too real, the nights she'd awakened to find objects moved in her room, the way she sometimes knew things she couldn't possibly know...

        "You've always known you were different, haven't you, Detective?" Thorne's voice was gentle now. "The dreams that come true, the hunches that turn out to be right, the way you can sometimes see how people died just by touching objects they owned..."

        Sarah took an involuntary step back. "How do you know about that?"

        "Because I've been looking for someone like you. A Natural - someone born with the ability to cross the threshold between waking and dreaming." He gestured to the victim. "Charlotte here won't be his last. There will be others, and their souls will remain trapped in an eternal dream unless we stop him."

        Just then, the victim's hand twitched, her fingers moving as if writing something. Sarah moved closer, watching as invisible words were traced in the air. Thorne pulled out what looked like an antique monocle and held it up. Through its lens, golden letters shimmered in the air where Charlotte's fingers moved.

        "Help me," Thorne read aloud. "He's coming for the others."

        Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. She looked at the victim's peaceful face, at those restlessly moving eyes, and made a decision that would change her life forever.

        "Tell me what I need to do."

        Thorne's smile was grim. "First, you need to learn to control your abilities. Then..." he held up the monocle, through which Sarah could now see strange symbols glowing all around the room, "you need to learn to hunt in dreams."

        Outside the Victorian townhouse, storm clouds gathered, and Sarah Chen, homicide detective and newly discovered dream walker, took her first step into a world where nightmares were real, and death was just another kind of sleep.

Chapter Two

The basement of the Natural History Museum was the last place Sarah expected to find the headquarters of a secret dream investigation unit. Yet here she was, following Thorne through a maze of storage rooms filled with artifacts that seemed to pulse with their own inner light.

        "The mundane world only sees what it expects to see," Thorne explained, using an ornate key to unlock a heavy wooden door marked 'Private Collection.' "To them, this is just museum storage. To us, it's the largest collection of dream artifacts in the Western Hemisphere."

        The room beyond defied physics. It stretched impossibly far, filled with glass cases containing everything from ancient masks to modern-looking devices. Floating orbs of soft light illuminated collections of bottled dreams - actual dreams, swirling like liquid mercury behind glass.

        "Your badge, Detective," Thorne held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before handing over her police credentials. He placed it on a strange device that looked like a Victorian music box crossed with a computer. When he returned the badge, it felt different - heavier, somehow more real.

        "Now you'll be able to access both worlds officially," he said. "Look at it again."

        The badge had changed. Alongside her regular police credentials, new text had appeared: 'Special Inspector, Oneiric Investigations Division.' The letters seemed to shift between English and something older, something that made her eyes water if she looked too long.

        "Before we can hunt the Dream Collector, you need to understand what you're dealing with." Thorne led her to a case containing what looked like a normal pillow. "Touch it."

        Sarah reached out hesitantly. The moment her fingers made contact, the world tilted. She was suddenly standing in someone else's dream - a sunny beach, but the sky was green and the sand whispered secrets. She jerked her hand back, gasping.

        "Good," Thorne nodded approvingly. "Most people can't pull back from their first dream artifact. You have natural barriers."

        "What was that?" Sarah's heart was racing.

        "A dream fragment from 1892. A young girl's last dream before the influenza took her." His voice softened. "We preserve them here. Dreams carry memories, emotions, sometimes even pieces of souls."

        "And this Dream Collector... he takes entire souls?" Sarah remembered Charlotte Mills' peaceful face and restless eyes.

        "He traps them in eternal dreams, feeding off their essence." Thorne moved to another case, this one containing what looked like a cracked mirror. "Each victim becomes part of his collection, their souls powering his abilities, letting him dreamwalk without natural talent like yours."

        Suddenly, the cracked mirror began to frost over. In its surface, Sarah saw Charlotte Mills' face, mouth open in a silent scream. Then another face appeared - another victim, she presumed - and another.

        "He's showing off," Thorne growled. "He knows we're investigating."

        The temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost patterns spread from the mirror to nearby cases, and Sarah heard what sounded like distant laughter.

        "Well, well," a voice echoed through the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere. "A new player in the game. And such interesting dreams you have, Detective Chen."

        Sarah felt something brush against her mind, like cold fingers trying to pry open a door. Instinctively, she slammed her mental barriers shut. The presence withdrew, but not before leaving behind an impression of amusement.

        "He's already caught your scent," Thorne said grimly. He pulled out a small velvet bag and removed what looked like a dreamcatcher made of silver wire and black pearls. "Wear this when you sleep. It won't keep him out entirely, but it'll stop him from stealing your dreams while you're still learning to defend yourself."

        As Sarah took the dreamcatcher, her fingers brushed Thorne's, and suddenly she was hit with a flash of his dreams - centuries of memories, battles fought in realms of sleep, and a profound sense of loss that made her gasp.

        Thorne withdrew his hand quickly. "Your abilities are stronger than I thought. We'll need to work on your control."

        "What are you?" Sarah asked directly. "You're not just some government consultant, are you?"

        Before he could answer, an alarm began to sound throughout the facility. One of the dream bottles had turned black, its contents writhing like smoke.

        "He's hunting again," Thorne said, already moving toward the exit. "Someone in the city has just entered their last dream. Are you ready for your first real case, Detective?"

        Sarah touched her new badge, feeling its power hum under her fingers. "Do we have time to save them?"

        "If we're lucky, we might catch him in the act. But remember - in dreams, he's incredibly powerful. One wrong move and you could lose your soul."

        As they rushed from the dream archive, Sarah caught one last glimpse of the cracked mirror. In its surface, she saw her own reflection smile back at her with eyes that weren't quite her own.

        The hunt was about to begin.

Chapter Two

The basement of the Natural History Museum was the last place Sarah expected to find the headquarters of a secret dream investigation unit. Yet here she was, following Thorne through a maze of storage rooms filled with artifacts that seemed to pulse with their own inner light.

        "The mundane world only sees what it expects to see," Thorne explained, using an ornate key to unlock a heavy wooden door marked 'Private Collection.' "To them, this is just museum storage. To us, it's the largest collection of dream artifacts in the Western Hemisphere."

        The room beyond defied physics. It stretched impossibly far, filled with glass cases containing everything from ancient masks to modern-looking devices. Floating orbs of soft light illuminated collections of bottled dreams - actual dreams, swirling like liquid mercury behind glass.

        "Your badge, Detective," Thorne held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before handing over her police credentials. He placed it on a strange device that looked like a Victorian music box crossed with a computer. When he returned the badge, it felt different - heavier, somehow more real.

        "Now you'll be able to access both worlds officially," he said. "Look at it again."

        The badge had changed. Alongside her regular police credentials, new text had appeared: 'Special Inspector, Oneiric Investigations Division.' The letters seemed to shift between English and something older, something that made her eyes water if she looked too long.

        "Before we can hunt the Dream Collector, you need to understand what you're dealing with." Thorne led her to a case containing what looked like a normal pillow. "Touch it."

        Sarah reached out hesitantly. The moment her fingers made contact, the world tilted. She was suddenly standing in someone else's dream - a sunny beach, but the sky was green and the sand whispered secrets. She jerked her hand back, gasping.

        "Good," Thorne nodded approvingly. "Most people can't pull back from their first dream artifact. You have natural barriers."

        "What was that?" Sarah's heart was racing.

        "A dream fragment from 1892. A young girl's last dream before the influenza took her." His voice softened. "We preserve them here. Dreams carry memories, emotions, sometimes even pieces of souls."

        "And this Dream Collector... he takes entire souls?" Sarah remembered Charlotte Mills' peaceful face and restless eyes.

        "He traps them in eternal dreams, feeding off their essence." Thorne moved to another case, this one containing what looked like a cracked mirror. "Each victim becomes part of his collection, their souls powering his abilities, letting him dreamwalk without natural talent like yours."

        Suddenly, the cracked mirror began to frost over. In its surface, Sarah saw Charlotte Mills' face, mouth open in a silent scream. Then another face appeared - another victim, she presumed - and another.

        "He's showing off," Thorne growled. "He knows we're investigating."

        The temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost patterns spread from the mirror to nearby cases, and Sarah heard what sounded like distant laughter.

        "Well, well," a voice echoed through the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere. "A new player in the game. And such interesting dreams you have, Detective Chen."

        Sarah felt something brush against her mind, like cold fingers trying to pry open a door. Instinctively, she slammed her mental barriers shut. The presence withdrew, but not before leaving behind an impression of amusement.

        "He's already caught your scent," Thorne said grimly. He pulled out a small velvet bag and removed what looked like a dreamcatcher made of silver wire and black pearls. "Wear this when you sleep. It won't keep him out entirely, but it'll stop him from stealing your dreams while you're still learning to defend yourself."

        As Sarah took the dreamcatcher, her fingers brushed Thorne's, and suddenly she was hit with a flash of his dreams - centuries of memories, battles fought in realms of sleep, and a profound sense of loss that made her gasp.

        Thorne withdrew his hand quickly. "Your abilities are stronger than I thought. We'll need to work on your control."

        "What are you?" Sarah asked directly. "You're not just some government consultant, are you?"

        Before he could answer, an alarm began to sound throughout the facility. One of the dream bottles had turned black, its contents writhing like smoke.

        "He's hunting again," Thorne said, already moving toward the exit. "Someone in the city has just entered their last dream. Are you ready for your first real case, Detective?"

        Sarah touched her new badge, feeling its power hum under her fingers. "Do we have time to save them?"

        "If we're lucky, we might catch him in the act. But remember - in dreams, he's incredibly powerful. One wrong move and you could lose your soul."

        As they rushed from the dream archive, Sarah caught one last glimpse of the cracked mirror. In its surface, she saw her own reflection smile back at her with eyes that weren't quite her own.

        The hunt was about to begin.

Chapter Three

They arrived at St. Bartholomew's Hospital just as the emergency lights began to flash. Sarah followed Thorne through corridors that seemed to blur at the edges of her vision, her new badge somehow clearing their path without ever being shown.

        "Room 307," Thorne said, his voice tight with urgency. "Young male, admitted for minor surgery, slipped into an unusual coma during recovery."

        The patient, David Parker, age 23, lay perfectly still on his hospital bed, his eyes moving rapidly beneath closed lids. Just like Charlotte Mills. But this time, something was different - the air around him rippled like heat waves over hot asphalt.

        "He's still in the process of taking him," Thorne said, pulling out what looked like an antique pocket watch. "We can follow if we're quick. Are you ready for your first dream dive?"

        Sarah's heart pounded. "What do I need to do?"

        "Take my hand. Focus on the patient. Let your consciousness slip between the moments of reality." Thorne's eyes began to glow that strange amber color. "And whatever you see in there, remember - dream logic is real logic in that world."

        Sarah grasped Thorne's hand and looked at David Parker. The world tilted, twisted, and suddenly...

        They were standing in a hospital corridor that wasn't quite right. The walls breathed slowly, the floor was made of flowing water that somehow supported their weight, and the ceiling was a swirling mass of constellation maps.

        "His dreamscape," Thorne explained, his voice echoing strangely. "Every dreamer creates their own reality. Look."

        Down the impossible corridor, a figure in a doctor's coat was leading David Parker by the hand. But the 'doctor' was wrong - his shadow moved independently, reaching out with grasping tendrils towards other dreams that floated past like soap bubbles.

        "The Dream Collector," Sarah whispered.

        As if hearing his name, the figure turned. Sarah's breath caught. His face was a beautiful mask of shifting features, never settling on one form, but his eyes... his eyes were endless pits of swirling dreams.

        "Ah, the new dreamer," his voice was like silk over broken glass. "And my old friend Marcus. Still trying to police the dream worlds?"

        Thorne stepped forward, and Sarah noticed his appearance had changed in the dream. His suit was now made of living shadows, and wings of dark light stretched from his shoulders. "Let him go, Collector. You've taken enough souls."

        The Collector laughed, the sound causing the hospital walls to crack, leaking golden dream-light. "Taken? Oh, Marcus, you still don't understand. They give themselves to me. Show her, David."

        The young man turned, and Sarah saw his eyes were glassy with bliss. "It's beautiful here," he said dreamily. "All my pain is gone. All my fears. He takes them all away."

        "By taking everything you are," Sarah found herself saying. She took a step forward, instinctively reaching for her police badge. In the dream, it transformed into a shield of pure light. "David, this isn't real healing. It's theft."

        The Collector's face rippled with anger. "You dare interrupt my collection?" The corridor began to twist, reality bending around them. "Let me show you what happens to those who interfere with my work."

        Suddenly, the floor beneath Sarah liquefied completely. She started to sink, but instead of water, she was drowning in dreams - thousands of them, each containing a fragment of someone's stolen soul. She saw Charlotte Mills dancing endlessly in a ballroom of mirrors, saw other victims trapped in perfect moments that had become eternal prisons.

        "Sarah!" Thorne's voice cut through the chaos. "Remember - dream logic! Make your own rules!"

        Dream logic. Sarah closed her eyes, focusing on her years of police work, of protecting people, of solving puzzles. When she opened them, her badge-shield had transformed into a sword of pure thought.

        With a cry, she slashed through the dream-flood. Reality reasserted itself - or at least, this dream's version of reality. She stood on solid ground again, facing the Collector.

        "Impressive," he purred, but she sensed uncertainty in his voice. "You're stronger than the usual dreamers Marcus recruits. Perhaps we could make a deal..."

        "No deals," Sarah said firmly. She could feel her power growing, reshaping the dream around them. "David, look at what he really is. Look with your heart, not your fears."

        For a moment, David's eyes cleared. The Collector's beautiful mask slipped, revealing something ancient and hungry beneath. David screamed, pulling away from the creature's grasp.

        The Collector snarled, his form shifting into something monstrous. "If I can't have him willingly..." Shadows exploded from his body, reaching for David.

        What happened next seemed to unfold in slow motion. Thorne spread his dark wings, shielding David. Sarah's sword of thought became a net of light, trapping some of the shadows. But the Collector himself simply... stepped sideways, vanishing into a door that appeared in the air.

        "Sweet dreams, detectives," his voice lingered behind. "We'll meet again soon. After all, Sarah, your dreams are particularly... appetizing."

        The dreamscape began to dissolve. Sarah felt Thorne grab her arm, pulling her back through layers of reality. Then...

        They were standing in the hospital room again. David Parker was awake, gasping, but alive and whole. A nurse was rushing in, responding to his sudden revival.

        "We saved one," Thorne said quietly. "But he'll be angry now. And he'll come for you."

        Sarah touched her badge, still feeling echoes of its dream-power. "Good," she said grimly. "Because I have some questions for him about Charlotte Mills. And about what you really are, Marcus Thorne."

        Thorne's expression was unreadable. "All in time, Detective. For now, you need to rest. Tomorrow, your real training begins."

        As they left the hospital, Sarah could have sworn she saw her shadow move independently, reaching for dreams that floated just beyond the edge of sight. The world would never look quite the same again.

Chapter Four

Sarah's apartment looked different when she returned that night. The shadows seemed deeper, more alive, and ordinary objects cast reflections that didn't quite match reality. The dreamcatcher Thorne had given her pulsed softly in her pocket, responding to the changed way she now saw the world.

        She was exhausted but afraid to sleep. The Collector's words echoed in her mind: 'Your dreams are particularly appetizing.' Instead, she spread her case files across the coffee table - photographs of Charlotte Mills, the other victims, and now David Parker's medical records.

        A soft chime from her badge interrupted her concentration. The metal had grown warm, and when she touched it, words appeared in that strange shifting script: 'Archive. Now. Emergency.'

        The museum was different at night. Sarah's new badge led her through doors that hadn't existed during her first visit, down stairs that seemed to descend far deeper than the building's foundation should allow. She found Thorne in a circular room she hadn't seen before, surrounded by floating screens of light that showed various dreamscapes.

        "We have a problem," he said without preamble. "The Collector's attack pattern has changed. Look."

        The screens shifted, showing a map of the city overlaid with points of light. "Each light is a dreamer," Thorne explained. "The blue ones are normal dreams. The red..." He gestured, and several dots pulsed an angry crimson. "Those are nightmares being actively shaped by outside forces."

        "He's attacking multiple targets at once?"

        "No." Thorne's expression was grim. "He's leaving traps. Dream-snares. Anyone who falls asleep in these areas risks being pulled into a constructed nightmare. He's trying to overwhelm our ability to respond."

        Sarah studied the pattern of red dots. "They're forming a shape... a symbol?"

        "A summoning circle." A new voice joined them. Sarah turned to see an elderly woman emerging from what appeared to be a door made of starlight. Her eyes were milk-white, but she moved with absolute certainty.

        "Sarah, meet Dr. Eleanor Price, the Archive's keeper," Thorne said. "And yes, she's blind in the waking world, but in dreams..."

        "I see everything," Eleanor finished. Her unseeing eyes fixed on Sarah with uncomfortable accuracy. "Including what our friend the Collector is truly planning. He's not just taking souls anymore. He's building toward something larger."

        She gestured, and the room transformed around them. They were suddenly standing in what looked like a vast library, but the books were made of dreams, their pages flowing like liquid memory.

        "Every dream ever archived is stored here," Eleanor explained. "Including the oldest nightmares of humanity. The Collector isn't just a thief - he's trying to wake something that should stay sleeping. Something we locked away centuries ago."

        She pulled a book from the shelf, and its pages burst open, projecting a scene of ancient horror - a time when the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner, when nightmares could walk in daylight.

        "The Last Nightmare," Thorne said softly. "We thought it was safely contained, but if he completes that summoning circle..."

        A sudden tremor ran through the Archive. One of the red dots on the map had grown larger, pulsing violently.

        "He's starting," Eleanor's voice was urgent. "Sarah, you need to see something before you face this." She pressed her fingers to Sarah's forehead, and suddenly...

        She was in a memory. A younger Thorne stood with a woman who looked remarkably like Sarah herself, facing down a shadow that threatened to devour the world. The woman - another dream detective? - sacrificed herself to help seal away the nightmare.

        "Your mother," Eleanor's voice echoed in her mind. "She was one of us. Her sacrifice helped lock away the Last Nightmare, but the Collector has never stopped trying to free it. And now he's found you - her daughter, with her power."

        The vision ended abruptly as another tremor shook the Archive. More red dots were pulsing on the map.

        "Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah demanded, turning to Thorne.

        "Because I promised her I'd keep you away from this life," he replied, pain evident in his voice. "But now the Collector knows who you are, and we're running out of time."

        "The summoning circle will be complete at the next new moon," Eleanor added. "Three days from now. If the Last Nightmare wakes..."

        "Then we stop him before that happens," Sarah said firmly, though her mind was reeling from the revelations. "How do we break these dream-snares?"

        "It's dangerous," Thorne warned. "Each one is a trap designed specifically for dream walkers. If you're caught..."

        "Then you'll just have to watch my back," Sarah said. She touched her badge, feeling its power respond. "Where do we start?"

        Eleanor smiled, her blind eyes somehow twinkling. "First, you need to understand what you truly inherited from your mother. It's time you learned about the true history of the dream walkers - and why the Collector fears your bloodline above all others."

        As if in response to Eleanor's words, the books around them began to glow, their pages rustling with the weight of secrets about to be revealed. In the map above, the red dots pulsed like a countdown to catastrophe, and Sarah realized she had less than three days to master powers she never knew she had.

        The true game was about to begin.

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Alexander Wolfe önce kucağındaki bebeğe, sonra da yanında yatan zayıf karısına baktı, gözleri heyecandan yaşlarla doldu ve sesi titreyerek, "Liz, görüyorum, kızımız!" dedi.
Elizabeth Davis artık kocasını umursamıyordu, ne de olsa bu cümleyi yüzlerce kez tekrarlamıştı ve kulakları duymaktan nasır tutmaya başlamıştı.
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Elizabeth küçük kızını Alexander'ın kollarından aldı, nazik eliyle yüzünü okşadı ve usulca, "Adını Emily koyalım," dedi.
Henüz birkaç saatlik Emily Wolfe, nasıl bir aileye doğduğunu bilmiyordu. Öte yandan Elizabeth bu isimden memnundu.
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İlk dokuz hayatını hatırlıyordu ve normal bir bebek rolünü nasıl oynayacağını çok iyi biliyordu. Bebek olmak sıkıcıydı ama elbette önceki hayatında olduğu gibi bir canavar gibi muamele göremezdi.
Emily normal bir insan gibi büyümeyi çok istemesine rağmen, ailesi o kadar da normal görünmüyordu ......
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"Yarın şafaktan önce yine beşiğinde olacak."
Durun bir dakika! Bu adam neden şafaktan önce buraya geldi? ! Emily'nin bir an için kafası karıştı.
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James uzanıp Emily'nin yüzünü dürttü ve ona memnuniyetle baktı.
Kendisinden küçük olan bu kız kardeşini gerçekten çok seviyordu, pembe yüzü her zaman onu çimdikleme isteği uyandırıyordu.
Emily ona pek dikkat etmek istemedi, başı öne eğik, gözleri kapalı, uyumaya devam ediyormuş gibi yapıyordu.
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Sheng Evening Night bir aydan daha uzun bir süre önce doğdu ve ilk kez korku hissetti.
"Kes şunu, seni küçük adam! Kaç yaşındasın sen? Daha doğru düzgün yürüyemiyorsun bile!"
Bu adam ona sarılmaya çalışıyordu, onun kısa hayatına son mu verecekti?
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Ancak, üç saniyeden kısa bir süre içinde Sheng Xuan Ming gücünü kaybetti ve Late Night'ın ataletiyle aşağı doğru eğilerek neredeyse onu dışarı fırlattı. Sheng Evening Night, Sheng Xuan Ming'in vücuduna çarptı ve bu his onun tüm gece sütünü tükürmek istemesine neden oldu.
Sheng Xuan Ming'in kendisi de çok hafif düşmedi, kıçı sert bir şekilde yere çarptı ve yüksek bir ses çıkardı.
Alexander Wolfe ve Elizabeth Davis genellikle küçük kızlarını korkutmaktan korktukları için Evening Night'ın önünde alçak sesle konuşurlardı. Bu nedenle, Sheng Evening Night doğduğundan beri hiç bu kadar büyük bir gürültü duymamıştı ve Sheng Xuan Ming'in ani saldırısı karşısında gerçekten şok oldu.
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"Çabuk ol ve Akşam Gecesi'ni al!" Elizabeth ileri atıldı ve küçük kızını acıyla kucağına aldı.
Alexander da boş durmadı, küçük bir tavuk gibi Sheng Xuan Ming'i yerden kaldırdı. "Evlat, kaşınıyor musun?"
Sheng Xueming sinirlendi, masum görünüyordu. "Bunu bilerek yapmadım."
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Sheng Evening Night konuşabilmeyi diledi, buna "kasıtlı değil" mi deniyor? Belli ki bilerek yapmış! Ona karşı nazik olmamaya karar verdi.
Ne de olsa doğduğundan beri hiç bu kadar yüksek sesle ağlamamış, Alexander ve Elizabeth'in irkilmesine neden olmamıştı.
Elizabeth aceleyle Late Night'ın cesedini kontrol etti ve herhangi bir yara olmadığını görünce rahatladı.
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Sheng Xuan Ming'i kapıya doğru taşıdı ve Elizabeth'e, "Tatlım, sen Lian Lian'ı ikna et, ben hemen döneceğim," demeyi unutmadı.
"Tamam, onu fazla hırpalama, ne de olsa kendi oğlu." Elizabeth cevap verdi.
"Denerim."
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Hemen ardından dışarıdan, Sheng Xuan Ming'den korkunç bir çığlık geldi. Görünüşe göre epeyce dayak yemiş, bu çocuk bir süreliğine kendini rahatsız etmeyi bırakabilmeli, diye düşündü Sheng Evening Night içinden.
Ama Sheng Xuan Ming'in kalın derisinin bile iki gün sonra iyi yara izlerinin acısını unutacağını, uzun sürmeyeceğini ve geri dönmeyeceğini, aynı zamanda eskisinden daha can sıkıcı olacağını hiç düşünmemiştim ......
Sheng Evening Night dokuz hayatı boyunca hiç bu kadar sinir bozucu bir adamla karşılaşmamıştı.
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Ancak Sheng Xuan Ming çok mu esnek, yoksa çok mu vurdumduymaz olduğundan emin değil.
Elizabeth bir kez daha Sheng Xuan Ming'i ağlattığı için götürmek üzereyken, Sheng Xuan Ming Elizabeth'e ciddi bir şekilde, "Anne, beni her gördüğünde neden ağladığını biliyor musun?" dedi.
"Neden? Çünkü geçen sefer Lian Lian'ı korkuttun ve senden nefret ediyor."
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Alexander Wolfe'un zorlama açıklaması Elizabeth Davis'in Jamie Wolfe ya da Emily Wolfe'u her gördüğünde "sevinç gözyaşları döküp dökmediğini" merak etmesine neden oldu.
Elizabeth'in şüpheci bakışları karşısında Emily neredeyse yüksek sesle karşılık vermek istiyordu. Daha bebekken nasıl sevinç gözyaşları dökebilirdi ki? Anne, hamileliğin boyunca üç yıl boyunca aptal mıydın? Bu küçük piç seni kandırmasın! Ve "aşk kuşlarını dövmek" de neyin nesi? Kimin kime zorbalık yaptığını bilmiyorum, o yüzden konuşamıyor.
Emily ilk kez daha hızlı büyümeyi diledi.
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Yine tembel bir öğleden sonra ve Elizabeth elindeki çıngırağı sallayarak uykusundan yeni uyanan Emily'yi eğlendirmeye çalışıyor, ancak Emily'nin çıngırakla ilgilenmediği açık.
"Robert, sence bebeğimiz çok mu özel?" Elizabeth çıngırağı bıraktı ve gazete okumakta olan Robert'a döndü.
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"Bu doğru olsa da Emily, Michael ve Jamie aynı değil. O biraz ...... anlayışlı mı?"
Altı aylık bir kız çocuğunu 'anlayışlı' olarak tanımlamak biraz garipti ama Elizabeth'in aklına başka bir kelime gelmiyordu. "Nasıl anlatsam, diğer çocuklara bakın, acıktıklarında, susadıklarında, altlarını ıslattıklarında ağlarlar, ama bizim Emily farklı, acıktığında çığlık atıyor, susadığında iki kez çığlık atıyor, belirli bir saatte tuvalete gidiyor, onun için endişelenmemize hiç ihtiyacı yok."
"Bunun nesi yanlış?"
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"Ne! Umurunda değil mi?" Bu haberi duyan Elizabeth istemeden sesini bir oktav yükseltti. Jamie'nin aileye katılacağı düşüncesi zaten yeterince başını ağrıtıyordu ama Michael?
Bunu düşünmek bile ona cehennemdeymiş gibi hissettiriyordu ve zaten boğuluyordu.
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"İyi düşünmüşsün!" Robert'ın sözünü bitirmesini beklemeden Elizabeth ilk sözü aldı.
Michael'ın aslında Emily'yi elinden almak istediği ortaya çıktı. Michael Emily için mi?
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Evening ağabeyi Michael Wolfe ile hiç tanışmamıştı....... Elizabeth ve Alexander'ın konuşmalarından onun öfkeli bir adam olduğunu ve en büyük eğlencesinin insanlarla kavga etmek olduğunu duymuştu. Bunu hayal ederken bile Evening başının ağrıdığını hissetti. Ne de olsa o biyolojik kardeşiydi, aslında onu görmek istemiyordu.
"Genç efendi, o genç hanımın odası, benim odam karşı tarafta!"
"O biliyor, sadece kız kardeşini görmek istiyor!"
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O gelmeden önce, ilk ses geldi. Late Night'ın odasının kapısı itilerek açıldı ve kapıda sekiz ya da dokuz yaşlarında küçük bir çocuk belirdi. Göğsünde bir gül olan siyah bir takım elbise giymişti ve çok düzgün görünüyordu. Çok aceleyle gelmiş gibiydi, alnında iki damla ter vardı.
Ancak, bu küçük çocuğun çok yakışıklı olduğunu söylemek gerekiyordu. Koyu renk gözleri, parlak kırmızı dudakları, hafif pembe teni, genç yaşına rağmen Late Night gelecekte kaç kızın ona aşık olacağını önceden görebiliyor gibiydi.
James Wolfe da yakışıklıydı ama Michael'a kıyasla, o tür bir çarpıcılık hissine sahip olmak için çok gençti.
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Tam bunları düşünürken Michael öne çıktı ve bir süre Late Night'a ciddiyetle baktı. Ardından, elini dikkatlice uzattı ve Lian Lian'ın yüzüne dokundu.
Michael nadiren bu kadar küçük bir çocuk görmüştü ve bu küçük kız aslında onun kız kardeşiydi. Dürüst olmak gerekirse, bir kız kardeşi olacağını hiç düşünmemişti ......
"Çok küçük ve sevimli ......," diye mırıldandı Michael.
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Akşam da Michael'a baktı. ...... nasıl söylesem diye düşündü, bazıları ve Elizabeth pek aynı şeyi söylemedi. Michael...... çok nazik görünüyor.
"Akşam merhaba, ben senin kardeşinim." Michael akşamı selamladı ve sonra uzanıp akşamın küçük elini nazikçe tuttu. Hem sesinde hem de hareketlerinde dikkatli ve nazik görünüyordu.
James'in bitirdiği şeyden tamamen farklıydı.
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"Genç efendi, dikkatli olmanızı rica ediyorum, Bayan'ı incitmeyin, aksi takdirde Bay ve Bayan kızacak."
Bu sırada dadı geç geldi, Michael'ın endişe dolu gözlerine baktı. Ne de olsa on yıldan fazla bir süredir bu evde çalışıyordu ve Michael'ın karakterini avucunun içi gibi biliyordu. Bu tür yaramaz bir insan, yanlışlıkla Emily'yi incittiği için insanları gerçekten endişelendiriyor.
Michael dadının sözleri karşısında biraz hoşnutsuz görünüyordu. Emily'yi incitmeyecekti, büyükbabası Emily'nin hayatında en çok ilgilenmek istediği kişi, en değer verdiği kız kardeşi olduğunu söylemişti. "Yapmayacağım, o kadar yüksek sesle değil, onu korkutacağımdan korkuyorum."
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Dadının nutku tutulmuştu ve sadece sessizce durup izleyebildi.
O anda Michael cebinden küçük bir kutu çıkardı ve kutuyu açtığında içinden mavi bir cam küre çıktı.
"Bu benim için bir hediye, annem ve babam parlak şeyleri sevdiğimi söylediler, bu en güzelini bulmadan önce uzun süre birkaç mağazada aradılar." Michael bu sözlerle cam topu Emily'nin küçük eline tutuşturdu.

Gece yarısı parlak şeylerden hoşlanmaz, o sadece biraz zengindir, elbette Alexander Wolfe gece geç saatlerin küçük kalbini bilmeyecektir. Ama ...... bu mavi cam top gerçekten çok güzel. Akşam, James Wolfe'un sıcaklığıyla elindeki topa baktı.
Late Night'ın hoşuna gittiğini gören Alexander Wolfe da çok mutlu oldu, hediye vermenin bu kadar harika bir his olduğunu fark etmemişti. Gelecekte daha güzel taşlar toplaması gerekecekti.
Alexander Wolfe eve geldiğinden beri atmosfer eskisinden çok daha canlıydı. Dahası, James Wolfe eskisi kadar otoriter değil, ne zaman pençelerini Late Night'a doğru uzatsa, Alexander Wolfe her zaman ilk anda onu durdurmak için ortaya çıkabiliyor.
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"Zaten bir yaşında olduğumuzu fark etmemiştim. Sanki dün doğmuş gibi görünüyor." Elizabeth Davis aniden bir üzüntü hissetti.
Kızı büyüdüğü için hem mutlu hem de üzgün ama onun çok hızlı büyümesini istemiyor.
Ama uzun bir yıl olmuştu, özellikle de James Wolfe etraftayken.
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Herkes Wolfe ailesinin kızlarına ne kadar değer verdiğini biliyordu, öyle ki sadece bir doğum günü töreni bile toplumun her kesiminden soyluların hediye dağıtmak için çırpınmasına, bu fırsatı değerlendirerek Wolfe ailesinin gözüne girmeye ve onlara tutunmaya çalışmasına neden olmuştu.
Doğduğu andan itibaren ilk kez bu kadar çok insan görmüş ve ilk kez nasıl bir ailenin içine doğduğunu fark etmişti.
Ancak bu yabancılar hakkında fazla endişelenmiyordu, aklı yemeklerdeydi. Ziyafetteki yemekler oldukça zengindi ve her çeşit yemeği denemek istiyordu.
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Alexander Wolfe ve James Wolfe bugün küçük takım elbiseler giymişlerdi ve bu tür sahnelere alışıklardı. Şaşırmadılar ve düşünceleri sadece Lian akşamındaydı.
"Qing Mo Kardeş!" Kalabalıktan aniden bir kız sesi geldi.
O anda Alexander Wolfe, Late Night'a yedirmek üzere bir parça kek taşıyordu. Kız kalabalığın arasından koşarak çıktı ve mutlu bir şekilde doğruca Alexander Wolfe'un yanına gitti. "Qing Mo Kardeş, uzun zamandır görüşemedik, Amerika'dan dönmüşsün, neden bana önceden söylemedin?"
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Ancak Alexander Wolfe kızın davranışına fazla tepki vermedi ve sadece iki kelimeyle cevap verdi: "Unuttum." Daha sonra bir kaşık aldı ve Evening'e kek yedirdi.
"Nasıl unutabilirsin!" Kız biraz memnuniyetsiz görünüyordu ve Alexander Wolfe'un kolunu çekmek için uzandı. "Kardeş Qing Mo, neden beni görmezden geliyorsun? Seni iki yıl boyunca görmedikten sonra beni unuttun mu?"
"Late Night gelin ve yiyin, şef az önce bunu yaptı, tadına baktım, gerçekten çok lezzetli." Alexander Wolfe Late Night'a söyledi.
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