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Chapter 11
The meal that night was a huge success. All of the guests, (including Johnny even though getting him to admit it would be like pulling teeth) Loved the Italian/German dish, and Robert complimented her on her excellent culinary skills. Shiri shrugged and said it was nothing. Oliver then stood up and gave a toast to her, which embarrassed Shiri and made Oliver the victim of a vicious bread-roll attack.
That night, Shiri made the ultimate sacrifice.
The truth would come out.
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Shiri's POV
"Well, the party was a huge success, but I don't want anyone else getting hurt." I glanced up at Ray, who was my dance partner. A single glance at me, and he looked very worried.
"Shiri what's wrong?" He asked softly.
"Nothing." I replied, looking back down. Ray clasped my hand.
"Shiri, if you're anything like Kai, you're quiet when something's wrong." He whispered to me. "You know you can trust me."
"I know, I know." I replied just as quietly. "I just don't want you getting hurt again."
"That tore you up, didn't it." Ray sympathized. I nodded and looked down, feeling something press into my hand.
"Take this." Ray said, ignoring the cheers of other dancers. "Don't open it yet, though. It's a surprise. Maybe it will prove how much I care for you Shiri."
I saw a small silver box in my hand, and I smiled and looked back up at him.
"Thank you so mu-"
The room suddenly went pitch black.
Ray's POV
I felt Shiri's hand get ripped away from mine, and a blood-curdling scream rent the air.
"Shiri!" I shouted, stumbling forwards. It was so dark that even I couldn't see anything.
"Ray! Please help me! It's Vol-" Shiri's voice was abruptly cut off, from somewhere across the room, then the lights came back on slowly. I ran over to where Tyson, Max, Kai, Kenny and Hillary were gathering.
"Put her down!" Kai shouted, pointing at a hooded someone who was high in the rafters of the room. The guy had an arm around Shiri's waist, and she was bound and gagged.
"Ok then!" The guy said with a small laugh, then he simply let go of her.
"No!" I screamed.
The hooded person caught her by the hair, nearly ripping some out, and Shiri let out a muffled, pained scream/whimper.
"This little miscreant has corrupted the world as we know it!" The guy called down to us. "The terror she spread has destroyed many towns, and I will put a stop to it!"
He turned and leapt out of the open window, dragging a helpless Shiri with him.
"No…" I dropped to my knees with a tiny whimper, the shock making me numb, so much so that I didn't even feel Mariah wrap her arms around me.
Kai's POV
"No…"
I saw Ray drop, but I had Robert to deal with first.
"Is what he said true?" He demanded.
"I don't know anymore." I whispered to myself. Then I raised my voice, in realization. "It's not true, what he said. Shiri is my cousin, we grew up in the Abbey together, Tala knows this."
Tala nodded when I said that.
"That voice was familiar though." Tala called.
"That is because," I said, "it was my grandfather, Voltaire. Voltaire kidnapped his own granddaughter."
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