Helanie:
I had rushed to Darcy’s mansion to diffuse the situation. Darcy could be dangerous. But once I was at the mansion, I began to look around and felt awkward to find it empty. That’s when I had a feeling I’d been fooled.
"Mom?" I called out again, confused why Emma had called and told my mother was coming here.
"Did she fucking lie to ?" I grunted, checking my phone again to call her back.
"Hello? There is nobody here." I didn’t even let her start talking and began to complain to her about her misinformation.
"What?" she asked, sounding genuinely confused, and I hated how good she was at acting.
"My mother is not here, and neither is Darcy. Did you lie to ?" I hissed, looking around the empty mansion. Where could they have gone?
"Wait, why would I lie to you? Maybe your mother isn’t there yet. And as for Darcy, how am I supposed to know if she’s there or not? I just know your mother left in anger to confront Darcy. That’s all I know," she replied in a stern tone, clearly not liking questioning her.
"I should have not listened to you," I grunted. The only reason I couldn’t contact my mother was because her phone was switched off, and I didn’t know who else could have been with her.
I could tell my mother never ca here. I was fooled.
And that’s when I began to feel like I was being watched.
Cold sweat started to break out as I turned around to look at him. It felt like all the strength had left my hands and feet. I had wished that tonight I would face him because I could not wait for another full moon, but not like this. Not so soon, and not so alone. I had never imagined it this way. I wasn’t ntally prepared at all.
In my mind, I had convinced myself that Norman would bring him, and I would just mark him. But the way he was standing there, looking at , it felt like he had co here with a purpose.
Darcy knew I was going to mark Kaye and must have told Emma. I guess she just wanted to suffer first.
What if he kills ?
Does she not worry about her sons at all?
His eyes didn’t look like his anymore. They were dark, full of hate. Or maybe—determination. Determination to kill , like his curse wanted him to.
He stood on the other side of the living room, breathing hard, holding a sharp silver knife. He kept touching the tattoo on his neck, causing my heart to beat harder than ever.
I had no idea why his curse wanted dead so badly. Was there another secret aspect of his curse? Of all their curses?
"Kaye," I said his na in a gentle whisper, hoping to spark so emotion.
"Oh, Helanie." But the way he said my na was in complete contrast to my emotions.
He was not feeling it.
The mate bond.
"Kaye! I am not here to hurt you," I said, stepping back slowly. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. "I am here to mark you. I’m here to save you."
"Save ?" he snickered, taking slow, steady steps, almost like a predator circling its prey. "What could you possibly save from?"
"From the curse," I replied, steadily correcting my posture in case of an incoming attack. It was sad to think I was afraid he would hurt .
"Oh, what curse? You really think it’s the curse that makes want to shed your blood? I want to kill you," he muttered determinedly, making my heart crumble.
Even though I knew that, at that mont, he was saying all of this for a reason, whether he admitted it or not, my heart was still hurting sowhere deep inside. I think I had built up so many expectations from him that any kind of love, any flicker of his true feelings for that seed to fade, would still hurt. I was completely attached to him, so seeing hatred in his eyes was slowly chipping away at my confidence, even though this was the very mont I should have been standing strong. He could attack at any ti.
"No. You didn’t want to kill . You want to be marked. You don’t want to hurt . You never did. You asked to find you and mark you," I said, swallowing hard as I delivered the words to a man who no longer recognized his mate.
"Marked by you? That must be a fun story to tell my kids in the future. By the way, I’ve already chosen my mate. Kesha. My queen. Why would I have asked you to mark ?"
His shrug and the ntion of Kesha, who was already in our lives, made close my eyes and swallow hard. It was so painful to be there in that mont, hearing him praise soone else.
"Now, now, you can’t make hold back for too long. Your words don’t intrigue ," he growled low, like an animal, and rushed toward . I grabbed a lamp from the table and threw it with full force. It hit his shoulder, but he barely flinched.
I turned and ran behind the couch, trying to put space between us. He jumped over it like it was nothing. I didn’t want to fight him, I only ant to defend myself.
His hand grabbed my wrist, tight and shaking. I kicked him in the stomach. He fell back for just a second, but it gave ti to pull free.
"Kaye, please hold it together. I’m not your enemy!" I shouted. Tears filled my eyes, but I wiped them away. I had to stay focused. Seeing my mates go through so much pain had already been hard enough. Their eyes carrying hatred for was a death of its own.
"You’re worse than that," he hissed, causing to look around for my phone. I must have dropped it when he attacked .
"What? Looking for this?" he smirked, holding up my phone in his hand.
How did he get it?
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