Adelia's Point of ViewI sent Nessa away with Teagan and Alvara the next day. Told her to go shopping for the house she was going to move into by the end of the week. From the scowl on her face, I knew that she would have rather remained with me. To make sure I was fine or to make sure I didn't do anything I would regret later. I didn't know which one it was but her concern was heartwarming.Walking into the office buildings Ciaran and his brood used when they were here, I saw Michael on the opposite end of the reception. Noted the deep lines between his brows. The way he hopped from foot to foot.Until his eyes landed on me and his whole body stilled.Swallowing down my growing emotions, I walked to him. "Good morning. Ready to face a few wolves?" I asked lightly and retained a healthy distance between the two of us. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. Rested on my lips before moving away. "I was wondering the entire night if you really had to do this. I mean, we both know Ciaran
Adelia's Point of View"That wasn't what we had talked about last night, Adelia, and you know it," Michael growled and led me back into the room by my elbow.The sparks that came from his touch were undeniable. Nearly stifling. But his lies bubbled to the front of my mind, leaving an acrid taste in my mouth.I yanked my arm away before he could touch me more. Before he could get a hold of my head and my heart.When I turned to stare at him, fear seemed embedded in his face. Stern lines dotted his forehead. I only pursed my lips and tapped my foot listlessly against the tiles. "What do you mean this isn't what we spoke about last night? I told you I wanted to go back to get my mother. Or at best just to free her of them and plant her somewhere safe." I retorted.He shook his head, dropping his voice to a whisper so that whoever else might be lingering couldn't hear the full conversation. "You told me you were going to ask them for help. To send some men with you, in case shit went sou
Adelia's Point of ViewIt was the middle of the night when I jerked awake. Bleary-eyed and confused, I shrugged my blanket off of me. Shivered as the first tendrils of cold touched my spine. The aircon still raced above my head as I slipped out of the warmth of my covers.The lingering feeling of an unwanted dream swayed inside my mind. Although I couldn't recall it, I knew it wasn't something I wanted to remember. Something that would only spark another sour mood.Making my way downstairs, I switched on the lights one by one as I went. Cast the house in a glow until I reached the kitchen.Only to find Michael bent over the counter with a glass of his own in hand. A yelp broke my lips at the sight of him. Haggard-faced with a thin sheen of stubble that dotted his lower face. His eyes, on the other hand, were as alert as ever.They settled on me with a weight I didn't want anywhere near me."You're awake," He mumbled and rubbed a hand over his face."And you are in my house," I replied
Adelia's Point of ViewHe was actually going with me. Had dressed in his combat gear, despite me telling him it would be uncomfortable on the plane. Luckily, Nadia never deigned to show up. Was whisked away by Dargan and taken to where they were setting up all of their IT things. According to Michael, the parting hadn't been the best, seeing as she didn't agree with him about helping me.But it was a start. Now all I had to do-"You have got to be fucking kidding me, Adelia. We just broke out of that place and now you want to stroll right back in? Have you lost your last few brain cells?" Nessa screeched, pacing up and down the living room whilst she did.All of her things had left me with a giant 250-grand hole in my bank account. I never even knew someone could pay 600 bucks for a damned pillow but the girl had bought 4 of them.And when she showed me the receipt, I just smiled at her and asked if she was satisfied with everything she had bought. Apparently, some were still being
Adelia’s Point of ViewI was right. I was entirely fucking right and I hated every second of being right. The plane wanted to murder us and I was sure of it. I was petrified once we hit turbulence. Petrified when the pilot fell asleep behind the fucking steering. Petrified when we stopped in the middle of nowhere to refuel.And went back up into the air by the grace of the goddess herself, seeing as we took off from a dirt road that had a fucking cliff at the end of it.All the while, Michael looked thrilled. Trilled with laughter every time I let go of a scream or yelp. Seemed amused when I needed to throw up whatever was in my stomach, which was mainly bile by the end of the trip.I missed Ciaran’s private jet that I so detested when used for willy-nilly travel. Missed the champagne and the fact that a few pieces of duct tape didn’t fucking fall off the side of it.By the time we landed I was shaken up. Like a Chihuahua in a damned thunder storm.Throwing our bags out of the damned
Adelia’s Point of ViewThe market was lively to say the least. With various spices flavoring the air and tons of colors all around us, it nearly made the heat bearable.The later into the day it became, the more the heat seemed to suffocate us. Drew us into the shadows and under the covers of various vendors.Michael had emptied one of our bags, dragging it behind him as he went. With no shopping carts in sight, it was the best solution we could come up with to get our groceries and get the fuck out. But every stall offered something different. Had some or other nicety that he just had to see or buy.By the tenth stall that didn’t contain any food, I was swaying from foot to foot, already irritated with the entire process. Which wasn’t entirely a process to begin with, seeing as he trotted into anything that seemed somewhat interesting.“I saw a café on the other side of the market. I think I’m going to go and wait for you there.” I explained and dodged out of the spice shop we had fo
Adelia’s Point of ViewAs night fell, the pack became even more vibrant. Street performers came out in droves. Danced across the markets with joy I hadn’t seen in a while. Revellers swayed from one bar to the next, alcohol clinging to the air like a second skin.And with all of the new commotion came guards. They tried their best to disguise themselves as normal people but the way they stood gave them away immediately. Stiff postures and snide remarks to each other whenever someone came too close.Clearly, the pack was used to them by now.Most people gave them wide berths, sensing the malice behind their presence.Michael, on the other hand, tried his best at befriending two of them. Clung to their side with a sloshing beer mug that spilled the foamy liquid all over himself and them.Despite the scent of alcohol on his breath, he hadn’t drunk a damned drop.We were out here in the dead of night to scan where we needed to go. To speak to drunk people who could give us any details abou
Adelia’s Point of ViewBy dawn I was well aware of where I was. Knew that somewhere in this pack Siya now roamed with my mother. Or would be roaming with my mother soon enough.Both outcomes tugged at my heart strings. Played on the most fearful part of my mind until I was tossing and turning.At night, at least, the pack cooled down considerably. Swallowed the hot air of the day whole and spat out a sheen of cold that came as a reprieve, seeing as the fan above my bed did little to combat the heat.Dreams and thoughts about my mother seemed to haunt me. With a nightmare of how they could hurt her lingering well past my waking hours. Falling back asleep had seemed futile enough that I crawled out of bed well before the sun was up.Outside, I could hear the last of the people mulling about from last night’s festivities. Some were screaming for friends whilst others laughed and danced all the way home.It reminded me of a much simpler time. About three weeks ago when life was still norm