Helanie:
"Co on in," Emt said as he stood at the main gate of his mansion.
I lowered my head, and when I looked up again, Kesha was gone.
I followed after Emt, walking all the way through his passage. It was a silent walk. No words were spoken.
Then, I was outside his bedroom. My hands were tied in front of , under my abdon, like an obedient student. He stood to the side, welcoming in.
I stepped inside, and he walked in after .
The minute he turned on the light, I was stunned to see the research he had been doing all this ti. There were papers and sticky notes across the wall. There were files and so much scattered around that it reminded of sothing Kaye and Norman had told before. They had found scribbles in Emt’s room, showing he wanted to sacrifice .
Of course, I was slightly disturbed because the trauma kept coming back. But then I rembered what Maximus had told . There was so much conspiracy around Emt and his drunken sessions, where he would make mistakes, that I started to feel like soone was ssing with him.
But who? And how would Emt ever recover once he found out that soone had taken advantage of his curse, to the point that he almost lost everything?
He lost the chance to marry . He lost his credibility. He almost lost his brother’s love. Then he was accused of losing my baby.
Emt snapped his fingers in front of my face to get my attention.
"Yeah, right. What were you saying?" I asked and found him just staring at before he looked away.
"Yeah, so," he said as he started to take off his coat and throw it onto the bed.
However, the minute he looked at , he rushed to grab his coat and neatly put it back in the closet.
"I actually do like to take care of my stuff. It’s just that I was too excited to show you what I found out," Emt explained.
It was strange to see him so conscious around . But I liked it.
"Yeah, you were going to say sothing about Kaye and Kesha," I said.
He walked over to the wall and pointed at one of the sticky notes. It was a 3D printer image of a tattoo.
"I’ve seen this one," I said.
There were two side by side. I didn’t understand why he would print two of the sa tattoo.
"This is Kaye’s tattoo," I said, pointing at one. "And this is also..." I pointed at the other one, touching the sticky note before pulling back to get a better look.
"No, this one is slightly different," I said. "Exactly." he replied.
"Can you tell which one you think is Kaye’s?" he asked, probably to see if I could spot the difference.
"Yeah, this one." I pointed at the first one. "There are no bloody dots on the tail of this rmaid," I said, and my heart stopped in my chest.
"Go on, explain the tattoo to ," Emt insisted.
His arms were folded across his chest, his body leaning back against the wall full of sticky notes.
"It’s a... it’s a rmaid tail wrapped around a dagger," I uttered.
"Yep. It’s a hunter’s tattoo, Helanie." As soon as he said that, my heart dropped.
"What do you an?" I asked him. "Is Kaye a hunter? Is he a rmaid hunter?" I began to panic, but Emt quickly shook his head. He stretched one arm out and gently held my elbow, pulling closer.
The mont he did that, my hands landed gently on his biceps while his hands were holding my arms.
"He’s not a rmaid hunter. He’s a siren hunter," Emt explained.
"But I rember his curse is that he wants to kill . Is it because I’m a rmaid?" I started panicking.
That would explain why he was suddenly interested in his other mate. He probably didn’t want because I was a rmaid.
"He’s a siren hunter. You’re not a siren. And he’s supposed to kill his mate. Do you not put two and two together?" he asked, pulling even closer, until my elbows were pressed against the sides of his stomach and my hands reached his shoulders.
"What do you an?" I uttered.
I was slightly lost because of his touch, but I tried hard to focus on the wall and the tattoo.
"You’re not a siren. Then who else could be?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes.
And I gasped.
"Kesha?"
As soon as I said that, Emt nodded.
"But then why wouldn’t he want to kill her?" I asked, gently raising my hand from his chest to point anywhere, just to reference her.
"You know sirens are good at trapping n with their voices?" he asked and I began to nod.
"She’s manipulating his mind. There’s very little difference between a siren and a rmaid. And she’s using that to confuse him," As he concluded, I was even lost.
No wonder she pushed into the water. She knew my truth. She knew I would turn into a rmaid.
It was all making sense now. And I was honestly scared. But then again, it could all be just a conspiracy.
Just last week, just a few days ago, I was just a werewolf. Now a rmaid. And now I had an enemy.
Wow. It was going to get very dirty from here.
"What are we going to do now? How will we even know if your conspiracy is true?" I asked Emt
While I was focusing on his face, I watched him gently raise his hand and softly touch my cheek, then brush my hair behind my ear. As he removed his hand, he rubbed his finger down my jawline before reaching for my chin.
"We will do sothing," he uttered, his eyes on my lips, his fingers gently pinching my chin.
He looked so distracted that it gave goosebumps.
"Sorry," he said, as if he had just realized he had no right to touch after being accused of pushing down the well.
But the mont he was about to remove his hand from my chin, I held it. I noticed how warm his body was.
"I’m still not sure why I pushed you down there. And it kills that I beca the reason," he said.
As soon as he started speaking, I cupped his face and crashed my lips against his. I could tell he didn’t expect it, because my forearm was resting on his chest, and I felt his heart skip a beat.
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