Chapter 25: Denial

Laurel's P.O.V.

The word shocked, disappointed and Preplexed can't even begin to describe how Laurel feels right now!

Laurel felt like she was made of stone, and she’d said these four words countless times in the past few weeks. Now here she was, standing in the great corridor of the massive Vasilakis home all decorated in black, the gloomy atmosphere making me feel faint.

She said it to herself. The staff was walking around brusquely, Herme's mother had taken to her bed, his father was in his study.

Zion was...

As if her thoughts had conjured him he appeared, dressed all in black, as she was, his dark hair brushed back off his forehead, his eyes like chips of obsidian, glinting in the dim light.

“You came?” he says with a surprised look plastered on his face. Which is a first since he was the type not to show his emotions on his face.

“Of course.”I say, thanking the gods my voice didn't tremble nor shake the way i was shaking inside like a leaf.

“My parents will be glad.”He murmurs.

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