AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey, hey—you made it to the end of this chapter, and my heart is doing tiny happy flips. Lucien and Nirelle finally took a step toward each other, and I don’t know about you, but that hug nearly melted me into a puddle. BUT… if you read this whole thing and don't leave a comment… I might just send Cassian back into the picture earlier than planned. (You don’t want that smoke. Neither does Nirelle. Or Lucien.) So tell me, was this chapter healing, or are we still hurting? Drop your thoughts, theories, or favourite lines. I read them all. Love, Your emotionally unhinged but passionate author.
NIRELLEWhen I get to the front door, Lucien is waiting with a plastic bag in his hand. When I look down at it, he raises it and tilts his head."I asked the staff to pack some breakfast so you can have something to eat," he says before I can ask, and I almost jump at him in appreciation. I had been worried that we would be walking around without any food in our stomachs. "Shall we?" he added, and I nodded, walking towards him. He opened the car door for me and guided me into the car. I sat, and moments later he opened the door and sat inside."Have you ever gone out before?" I ask since we are still alone in the car."Yes, but I was alone and did not attract any attention to myself, so..." he trailed off. Even though he was not saying anything, I could tell that the experience was not palatable for him to share yet."Okay then, I have to warn you, though, outside can be scary," I say as the driver's side opens up and a man slides in. He is different from the driver who had been drivi
NIRELLEI wake up the next morning to a knocking sound from the door. My eyes fly open, and I am trying to come to when the knock comes again. I look at the clock and wonder how I had slept so well when the previous days had been such a hassle for me. I look around the room, trying to get myself.I rub my eyes gently as I walk out of bed to the door. I pull open the door, and standing there is Lucien, fully dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket. His hair is slicked back fashionably, and he has a pair of tennis shoes on. I, on the other hand, am in just a long, thin-strapped silk nightdress hanging loosely against my bare skin.I had been a hundred per cent certain that it was Mara on the other side of the door, and that was the reason I had come to the door like this. I wanted to act confident, as if I didn't care what I looked like standing there almost naked in front of him, but the reaction of his eyes evading my body did not help matters."What are you doing here?" M
NIRELLEI lie on the bed with my face to the ceiling. I don't know if this was what girls in the movies and books meant when they said butterflies on the belly, but the feeling of reconciling with Lucien felt too good; it almost felt like a lie. My phone vibrates on the table, and I walk up to it. I pick up the phone and see it is another message from Yvette.'I was praising you, but you had to disappoint me with your actions.' I sigh at her message and how shallow she was being. I didn't know if she was just comfortable with Enoch and being the victim or if she just accepted her fate after all these years. If anyone had stayed with us, they would have been certain that I was not her child. She somehow grew to favour Cory over me at every given opportunity.I lock the phone and sigh, dropping it to the table. I did not need to worry myself with her, as I am sure that she would get off my back as soon as everything is off the internet. With the newfound relationship between Lucien and m
NIRELLEHis body stiffens and then begins to relax, and before I know it, he is wrapping his hands across my body in return. I feel the plastic bag drop to the floor beside our legs, but I do not move away. I really do not know how I was hugging him because the thought of this kind of intimacy scared me a bit, but my urge to console him was greater than the feeling of fear in me."I am sorry," I hear him whisper into my hair, and I hate that he is apologising. It did not matter how much I looked at it; he had treated me just right, and every time, all I had managed to do was drag his name through the mud every single time. His grip on me became stronger, as if he was scared I'd disappear into thin air if he let me go."I am sorry too," I say again, and after a while, we both feel comfortable letting go. I look at him and try to smile, but I am not sure what I look like and whether it even looks like what should be seen."I have taken care of the reporters and the media; they shouldn't
NIRELLEI slowly come to myself and look around. I feel groggy, and my head is pounding as I try to sit in bed. The room is familiar and strange at once. I look around, and the interior is too different. I look around the room and see a little bit of light seeping in from the long curtains."What am I doing here?" I murmur gently as memories from yesterday flood my mind. I had been the one who voluntarily drank and even ran to Lucien's room. I look and see Lucien seated on the couch, fast asleep; there is a stool beside him with a tray that has a glass and a pitcher of water alongside a tablet of aspirin. I need to get out of here before he wakes up. I look down and see my slippers well arranged by the bedside.I take off the blanket from my body and feel a chilly air touch the exposed part of my skin. I drop to the floor, and I am already making a quiet exit out of the room when my body connects with a stool that stands randomly in the way. The sound of pain leaves my mouth a little t
NIRELLE"Why would he do that?" I ask Mara, but she shakes her head as if she does not have the answer to that."I have no idea, Mrs. Vexley. All I was told was to learn everything that could make you comfortable when you got here."I hated that I had questions that could not get answers. I should be used to the madness now with Yvette and Enoch bypassing every single question I ever had in my life, but this was different. This made my heart ache in a way I never thought was possible. And instead of trying to process whatever was going on, I wanted to drown it all away.If I went up to Lucien and asked him why, what would his answer be? Would he cook up a story or tell me the truth? Had I been his target from the get-go? Was I a pawn in his game, or did I mean more than I thought? No matter how much I thought of it, I just could not find the answers I needed."Ma'am, you need to stop now." Mara sounded worried, but since I could still hear her voice so clearly, I knew I was still too f