Helanie:
I wished I had been quick and called Norman. But the minute I looked down at my phone, he would have attacked . The only reason he had retained the conversation for this long was because he knew I wasn’t planning any backup at the mont.
"Aww, what do you plan to do with that, huh? Call my brothers to co fight for you?" he sneered. "Such a nasty one you are, huh? I knew you were dangerous. A beautiful creature who lures n and makes them follow her orders."
The way he described was horrible. That wasn’t who I was. His words triggered so past trauma.
"You know that’s not ," I uttered shakily.
"I don’t care," he replied, and ca at again, swinging the knife.
I ducked, the blade slicing the air just above my head. I grabbed a chair and shoved it at him. It hit his chest and knocked him back into the bookshelf. Books fell all around him.
I ran to the door and tried to open it. Then I rembered, I couldn’t leave. I wouldn’t leave and let him suffer in pain.
I turned around and watched him getting up. Tears blurred my vision for a mont, emotions taking over as I recalled our first etings. He was the first one who had fallen for . The first one who had sparked feelings of love in after I had been betrayed by love before.
He looked wild. Sweating. Growling. But sothing in his eyes flickered for just for a second when I said his na in a very soft, loving whisper.
"Kaye."
The harshness on his face faded, his eyes narrowing at , reminding of the man who had once loved deeply.
Soone who had lost , and shown that he had suffered.
But sadly, the emotion vanished as quickly as it ca. He ca at again, his arm raised, the knife aiming straight at , but I grabbed his hand.
"You tried to kill at the well?" I asked softly, though pain colored every word.
I had this feeling ever since I heard about his cravings, that sotis, he had to fight the urge to kill .
Maybe it was him.
Maybe he had been the one to push down the well that night.
The thought had lived in the back of my mind all this ti. But I never wanted revenge.
The pain was already enough. I lost my baby.
That I cannot lie about.
He freed his hand and pushed back, laughter escaping his lips.
"You really think it was ? Your husband didn’t tell you?"
There was mockery in his voice when he ntioned Norman, and it froze for a mont. He ca at again and I dodged.
"What do you an?" I asked quickly.
He swung his arm back, but I ducked, grabbed his arm, twisted it, and reached for the knife, yanking it out of his hand.
Now I had the knife, and he was weaponless, but the determination in his eyes was still there.
"Your husband didn’t tell you who tried to kill you? Well, since he couldn’t hurt you, I’ll gladly do it," he snickered. "It was Emt. You were his sacrifice that night."
All the strength I had been using to fight him vanished. Suddenly, I didn’t even feel like defending myself.
"You’re lying," I yelled, my grip tightening around the knife.
"Hmm, then ask your husband what we found in Emt’s room," Kaye said, his voice low and dark, so deep that combined with the shock of his words, it sent a chill down my spine.
"Ask him if Emt had written down one thing not to forget and that he must sacrifice you in the well to bring Azura back. You were his big sacrifice. A life for a life."
I began to shake my head as tears blurred my vision, and that’s when Kaye took advantage.
He rushed at and pushed , making fall back onto the table. I groaned in pain as he ca to stand beside and leaned down, clicking his tongue.
"Tsk tsk tsk— how do you think Azura ca back?" His deep, velvety voice sent into action, I jolted up and elbowed him. He fell, and I got on top of him.
"Liar! I’m still alive!" I scread, digging my face into his neck, trying to mark him.
He struggled, then threw back before I could do it.
"Just let mark you!" I shouted, trying hard not to let his words affect . He was probably saying all of that just to get to , and he had, briefly. That was how he managed to push back. But now I was on the right track. I wasn’t losing my mind anymore.
As soon as I lunged at Kaye again, his back t the wall. I managed to cage him against it.
I could tell, from the way he closed his eyes and pursed his lips, that sowhere deep down he was struggling too. He didn’t want to kill . But his curse did.
"Kaye, let mark you!" I yelled, reaching for his neck, but he started to push away.
"You’re alive— but is your baby alive? A life for a life, Helanie"
Those were the last words he said before I forced my face into his neck and bit down hard.
"NOOOO!" he scread, until his struggles started to weaken. The hands he had been using to push away were now wrapped around . He ran them up and down my back as I finished marking him.
My mind felt a little numb. When I finally pulled back, still in his arms, he suddenly cupped my face, his eyes full of tears and relief. Then, he crushed his lips against mine.
That’s when I was pulled back to reality. But it was too late. Because I heard the loud, commanding voice of Norman behind .
"Helanie?"
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