What was he talking about? What chances were I given?
"What chances are you talking about?" I asked in a hurry. I did not rember any chances being given.
He smiled, "why in such a hurry Genevieve? Don’t you think you should try to rember?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "I did try to rember but I can’t which is why I am asking you!"
He pursued his lips slightly and nodded thoughtfully. "Do you rember the ti when you ca for to the present cells? Then when you ca to et with Lara?"
My expression soured as I rembered those tis. Both of the tis I wanted to et Tristan and I wanted to see how he was fearing but, "how does that add up to it?"
"You have the option to let die," he raised a finger, "my family would have never known and I would have been there if you did not co to that night. You saved hence you pushed to this life. Second, i was healing and I would have healed without you it would have been easy for to let you go but then I consud in your blood."
"My blood?" I whispered and stepped back. "My blood? When did you drink my blood?"
He smiled, his twinkled. "Right before you co and et with Lara."
"I—" I gapsed. "Soone hit then!" I raised my finger and pointed it at him accusingly. "It was you? It was you who hit !"
He sighed instead of answering first. He stared at and the anticipation made it was. What was he waiting for?
"Co on genevieve how hard can it be to think?" He sighed again. "I could barely get up from the bed sweet is understandable that I could not have been the one to hit you regardless of the fact that I could never get the courage to do so."
"Then who hit ?"
"My aunt."
"Chiara?" I whispered before shouting, "Chiara hit ? After I was the one to tell hello where you were?"
He shrugged, seemingly nonchalant about it all, "You tell . Why would my aunt care for soone who had with there in the first place?"
My mouth dried up at the allegation. "I was never to want to put you there in the first place Tristan. I was guilty enough to introduce you to the prince which is why I made sure that you got out of there safely."
"But you could have left there. As a princess the least of your concerns was a man down in the dungeons." He pointed and I have to agree there. The poorest on the streets were not the dirtiest. The n in the dungeons.
I don’t my body is slightly away from him. Whenever he was in my side it was hard to think so I looked away. What was I do now? He was right, I had chances to walk away because a common man and whatever condition he was then was the least of my concerns especially when he was not from my.
Two chances given to , what right in front of because I could have chosen very conveniently to not et him but I had. I had listened to my heart.
"What do you want now?" I turned to look at him as I asked, "whatever you want now Tristan please tell I do not stand in the way of it as I would like to leave."
"Why?" He tilted his head. "Is it because you do not want to associate with soone of my kind?" He offered and did not seem offended in the least bit.
"Yes," which is why I spoke the truth, "you are the wrong of the nature."
He humd and nodded, taking my answer as it was. "You are right." He comnted. "But you are also stuck with it."
"No, I am not." I scoffed laughingly shaking my head. "I am not stuck with you. I am not stuck with anyone."
"Why not?" His eyes searched for sothing in mine as she stepped closer and this ti I stepped back. "I am the sa and you once loved and have feelings for. The sa man that you kissed twice Genevieve."
That almost made cry. My eyes burn slightly but I closed them for a mont belong to not cry in front of him. "No, you are not." He could not be the man I loved. He was but . . Was not.
"Why so?" He asked but his voice was so low that I could feel the sadness from it. "What has changed Genevieve? I am the sa man that I was from the very beginning."
I shook my head adamantly. Lowering eyes, snapped and controlled the bubbling sob as I shook my head again. He was no the sa man.
"Why, my love?" I felt his hands on my shoulder and it only made cry more because his touch was still the sa and it made feel secure even though he was soone who killed people to live.
I was scared of him even though I felt protected by him.
"Is it because you know the truth now? If this is the damage that was to be done by the truth was a not right In hiding it?" I heard him. I knew it.
He should have hidden it. It would have been better.
"I need to go." I stepped back and his hands fell off my shoulders. I missed the warmth.
"I need to go." I wish but still looking into his eyes. His hands went behind his back and stare at without in expressions and did not even bothering as I was stepping back.
I opened the door and walked out without looking back. I was not returning.
I turned around the hallways but it did not help.
Where was I?
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