I’ve lost my appetite, no longer interested in the food he left while my head is going crazy with all of this, and I know one thing for sure, I just lost my ally, chased him away and I only have two days before Juan shows up to deal with me. I have zero chance of romancing Deacon in that time, even if I wanted to try. Not that I could, he physically makes my skin crawl, and I don’t think I have it in me to be nice to the asshole that darted me in the back like a white liver bellied coward.
I cross my arms over my head and face to smother out the light and noise and ‘garrrrr’ loudly at this situation I find myself in. Willing my brain to stop spinning around, and turning inside out, and give me a few seconds peace to get my bearings once more. It feels like it’s been the longest day in history, and according to the doc, it’s not even lunch yet. For the love of the fates!!
What I wouldn’t give to be anywhere but here right now. Maybe reverse the clock, go back to my Awakening ceremony, and run before I even turned, to save myself from all of this bullshit that has happened since. It really was the worst turning point of my life, and I can blame all of it on the bloodline of Santo. I curse that name forever more. I should have left a long time ago, and never waited to turn.
No Colton, no imprinting, no running to mountains, and attacks by vampires playing on my mind. Just sheer ignorance of a girl running free, and turning alone, and never knowing any of these people, or caring at all. I should have found my courage to go long before I did and saved myself the heartache.
“Alora?”
I nearly jump out of my skin at the sudden closeness of the doctors voice, and almost topple completely off the bed as I realize he’s right beside me, and my lack of wolf sense let him creep right up to me with zero warning. My heart misses a beat and almost kills me in the process.
“You scared the shit out of me!” I impulsively snap, taking in the bloodshot eyes, the pale pallor, and the strong hint of alcohol on his breath that I’m sure he knocked back hastily to level himself out. He looks a little disheveled and shell shocked to say the least, and there’s no sign of his female companion.
“Quite.” He replies tartly, and I can tell by his manner that he isn’t okay. Or his weird British response to what I shouted at him.
I manage to pull myself to sitting and eye him up warily as he stands stock still in the center of my room, staring at me as though I have two heads. He twists his hands together, wringing his fingers through one another nervously and I give him a moment to pull himself together.
“There are no cameras down here. They like to pretend she isn’t here you see…. the wolves, upstairs. They don’t venture down very often so they don’t have to acknowledge their shameless purpose of guarding this place. Lord knows we didn’t need chaperones when Luna Sierra was in charge here. Just me and my staff to take care of her, mostly from upstairs. None of them were here before she was put to sleep, so they think she’s in a coma and life support of her own accord, and her rich husband benefactor is paying to keep her comfortable.” He walks around in a circle and I watch him quietly, feeling the anxious waves and deep emotions coming from him intensely. I’m wary about sending him running once more, but he came back, and I have one question I need answered before we go any further.
“Why did you ask me about my mother… Marina?” I say it solemnly, heart hitching at the use of her name, breathing in slowly and deeply to stop the spiraling emotions that run through me, and I note that my hands have started to tremble. I’m nervous, reacting in a subtle wave of anxious anticipation like I’m perched on the edge of a cliff and one tiny breeze will knock me off and change everything I ever knew about my life. I don’t know, I can just feel it weighting down on this moment, like I should stop, turn, and run far away.
He stops mid step of his frantic pacing and turns to me completely. Eyes wide, face serious, and he implores me with a wide handed spread of palms as though apologizing as the words come out clearly.
“She’s the reason Sierra is here…. Juan executed every one of your bloodline so they would never return to your mountain, and she tried to stop him.”
The Past
“What?” it’s like every cell in my body stops as a deathly silence fills the air, shock stilling my thoughts, my lungs ceasing to move, and you can hear a pin drop as his words sink in slowly…. so fucking slowly.
Juan executed my family. They didn’t die in battle.
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