"Do you know them?" Diana asked, her hands still clasped to mine. As Laura had kept repeating as we had walked to the hall the first ti whilst I had kept my head bowed to the ground, not wanting to take in the view of the place I had almost died; Diana was sticking like glue. I held her tighter too for assurance.
When we had gotten to the hall, I had seen that the people we had co with had all dispersed to minge; and watching the flurry of movents now, I could see that so of the witches and wizards already had friends here. I was surprised to see the queen’s daughter even talking to Cass.
Rember her? She had been one of my bullies, daughter to the pack doctor. They laughed over sothing and held hands like best friends would. There was the son, the girl’s twin, with Naomi’s brother, Timothy. But I haven’t seen the lycan boys yet.
Were they waiting for a special entrance service? I wouldn’t put it past them. Hooligans.
There was no sign of Claire too, not that I cared. The bitch had played a part in what I was facing. Who says she hasn’t been in on the big plan to lie against , so that I would be put in the dungeon or holding cells?
Peter and Laura were with the queen, his brother and wife were there too with the convoy. They were speaking to the Lycan king who was showing them directly to their seats.
Okay, Peter was more than a farr. I watched the way the king addressed him, with a mixture of respect and awe in his voice. It made rember that I hadn’t managed yet to ask Peter about his crown and his family-what they stood for in the community.
"Maya, you are doing it again." Diana soughed, pinching my hand with her free hand.
I sighed in mock pain as I looked down at her. Of course I knew what she was talking about. I had zoned out on her, and had forgotten her question. I am not sure if it was because I didn’t really want to talk about my mother so that I wouldn’t tear up or because I really forgot.
"That’s my mother, and that is Naomi beside her. Naomi was my best friend." I answered, a short smile on my lips as I watched them talk animatedly about sothing. The dance was over now, and my mother looked better, more relaxed than she had been before.
I still wished I was with them to talk about whatever it is they were talking, whatever it is that had their attention fixed. I wondered what it was too even as I felt my eyes begin to water. Imdiately I felt inside my purse, for a handkerchief, feeling grateful when Diana squeezed my hand.
I will be fine. But as always, it was as if the forces of the universe were against ntioning this clause, because the next minute my heart squeezed as I saw Noah step closer to Naomi and whisper sothing in her ears. He still looked the sa, only more handso and tall.
I didn’t even know that my hands were shaking, not until Diana dropped a pill in it, drafting my attention back to her, or rather the white substance in my hand.
"Take it." She stated, before turning to stare at Noah. "Who is that?" She asked, her free hand holding mine steady as I took in a deep breath in and out, before popping the pill into my mouth knowing that if Noah was here, then the other two wouldn’t be far.
I was right. Right behind Noah was Daniel. As much as it hurts to see them, it hurts more because my mother seed comfortable around them.
She was talking with them now, a little smile on her lips. But I didn’t bla her. She didn’t know what these sons of devils had done to her precious daughter, that they had killed her precious Maya. To her, they were the boys that stood up for her daughter when she had been accused.
The audacity of those brats! I scread in my mind, fisting my hands, wishing I could stroll over to them and give them a piece of my mind, and my hand of course.
Speaking of these bastards, where was the third one? Having a quickie? I wouldn’t be surprised.
My eyes though went off on their accord to search for the brute. They went around to search for Adam, widening on impulse when they perched on him. He was with Claire, and their arms were connected together. A groom and his bride.
My heart raced as I caught my first glimpse of Adam in what felt like an eternity. The mont was surreal, a mix of emotions swirling within her. I had thought I was prepared for this mont, but the rush of feelings that assailed was overwhelming.
First was the shock.
The shock washed over as I saw him standing there, seemingly unaffected by the havoc he had wreaked on my life, as if he hadn’t just stamped and shattered my heart to pieces, as if he hadn’t beaten and left for death at the edge of the pack.
He looked serene as usual. Life was sure cruel. Life was unfair. Why hadn’t he gotten uglier at least? Wasn’t evil supposed to harden the edges of people?
My breath caught in my throat, and for a mont, I could hardly believe my eyes. The wounds he and his brothers had inflicted on , both physical and emotional, had haunted for months, and were actually still haunting . The scars, visible and hidden, were a testant to the pain he had caused.
Anger surged through like a wildfire, burning with a fierce intensity. I had carried the weight of his betrayal for too long, ever since I had woken up, and seeing him now, the source of my agony, ignited a fury that threatened to consu . The anger was like a storm, a tempest of resentnt and rage that raged within .
Then there was the fear.
Fear also clawed at my heart. The mories of the violence, the terror I had experienced at his hands, ca rushing back like a tsunami. It was a fear that was deeply ingrained in my psyche, an instinctual response to the threat he had once posed.
My body tensed, and I instinctively took a step back, trying to create distance between them and , almost unaware of Diana still with .
But amidst the anger and fear, there was a glimr of sothing unexpected: sadness.
The wounds he had inflicted on were not just physical but emotional too. I had once loved him after all, and seeing him now, a shadow of the person I had known, filled with a profound sense of loss. The boy I had cared for had beco a stranger, and the realization was a poignant ache in my chest. I missed my Adam.
The thought shocked .
Confusion muddled my thoughts. I had spent months trying to heal. Laura had tried her best to put the pieces of my shattered heart and body back together. I had convinced myself that I was stronger, that I had moved on. But seeing him now, all the unresolved feelings and questions resurfaced.
Why had he hurt so deeply? What had driven him to such cruelty?
What changed?
Oh yeah, I rember. It was all a cruel joke to him. The knowledge squashed the butterflies that erupted in my belly when our eyes t.
My pulse quickened as he stared at with furrowed eyebrows. Would he recognize ?
I couldn’t decipher the emotions in his gaze. Was it a rembrance of sothing familiar? Attraction? Or was it just indifference? The uncertainty only added to the tumult of feelings inside .
For a mont, I felt a surge of determination within , especially as he took his lips in and looked away from him. Claire had beckoned him for sothing, whilst her eyes rested on Queen Aliana. She must be enthralled.
The determination welled up like a spring and threatened to burst forth. I smiled. I had survived Adam’s brutality and the aftermath. I had fought to live, and was still fighting to rebuild my life, and I would not let him have power over anymore.
I thought of confronting him, demanding answers, finding closure, and throwing away the revenge. I took a step closer toward him, my determination growing, pushing aside the fear and sadness.
Perhaps this is why I have co here; to co face to face with the boy who had broken my heart and left for dead. Maybe this was my mont to reclaim my strength, to find the closure I needed, and to finally move forward.
In that intense, charged mont, my emotions swirled like a tornado, a maelstrom of anger, fear, sadness, and determination. My heart felt as though it were caught in a fierce battle, a storm that would determine the course of my future.
In that second, I was no longer the girl he had hurt; I was a survivor, and I was ready to face the boy who had once shattered her world, I truly was, until
Diana brought back to reality.
Reviews
All reviews (0)