MasukChapter ThirtySoleilI did the one thing to do when someone misunderstood someone--which is me, at the moment.Quillon thought I pitied him, a miscalculation of my actions on his part.I felt guilty. I still do.And there's one thing I could think of right now.To lie and get on his flow.Once back at the cabin, I opened the door with a bang."You're right," I said even though I hadn't seen him. I can feel his presence inside, though.My eyes landed on the far corner of the bed where he sat on the mattress with his long leg straight, and his back leaning on the headboard.Quillon didn't look stunned by my sudden outburst, and I held his gaze with mine."I shouldn't have felt bad for whatever you experienced; that won't help you, and it's wrong. I realized you're frequently reminded of what happened when I act out of pity, and I apologize for everything I did. Rest assured that I'll stop whatever possesses me to do your bidding. It won't happen again."He raised a brow after I rambled
Chapter TwentyNineSoleilI ran fast as soon as I got out of the cabin, away from Quillon.Not because he ordered me to. What he said was right, though. I've been following his commands and requests, and even tending to whatever I think he needed.But pity?Hell no, I don't pity him.If it's about what he went through, I am proud of what he did, of how he survived and how dedicated he was to save his parents.The reason I acted that way towards him was because of my fucking guilt.I fucking feel guilty.Damn it.I'm aware I'm not my father; I didn't do whatever he did nor an accomplice in his evil deeds.But I feel the weight of his sins as if my own. And I can't stop it.There's no helping it, alright? I couldn't stop myself from trying to make it up for Quillon because I feel guilty that I share the same blood with the man who took everything from him that led him to what his life is now.But hearing him say the words he said earlier woke me up from the stupid phase my head chose to
Chapter TwentyEightQuillonShe was acting different.The weird kind.After what happened, I came back to the cabin before the sun had risen, and she was asleep.That's not the weird thing I noticed about her.In three days since the night I walked out on her, she changed. Again, the weird kind of change.She was quiet.Not the giving me the cold shoulder type, but quiet like not arguing with anything. That's not her usual. Ever since we met, she made argument between us as her favorite hobby.Not these days. She always agree with my words. She was acting nice. Too nice than her usual feisty self.I didn't know I liked that version of hersince it annoys me, but now that side of her was gone... I missed being annoyed.Soleil acting weird made me think of a theory of why.Pity.She pitied me after hearing about my story.She pitied me enough to offer me a hug when we slept last night, saying I might have needed some charging as her reason.And yes, I see through her cover.Her usual sel
Chapter TwentySevenSoleil"I don't know where to start," He paused, sighing deeply like he needed the air so much right now. "Or how."I pursed my lips as I watched him collect himself. He looked bothered, unruly, and lost. And I know--I can feel it--I know his mind goes back to everything that happened.He doesn't know how to give me answers without reliving the memories he had.I should feel remorse towards him. I wanted to tell him that it's okay, that he doesn't need to tell me.But I can't.I wanted this. I want to know.But I also understand him."Maybe just narrow it down to the things I think I deserve to know about."He chuckled without humor. "There's no narrowing down this thing, princess." He looked at me, a smug smirk plastered on his face.The blank pit I saw in his eyes brought me shivers.Cold. He looked at me with those cold eyes, the browns almost got waved off by a shade darker.I looked away before my tail got tucked deep between my ass cheeks. Damn. Quillon looks
Chapter TwentySixSoleilI woke up and was welcomed with a blinding darkness. There are no open lights, and the sunrays coming from the window when I slept weren't there anymore. What time is it?After eating breakfast, it only took two yawns and I was out. My body ached like crazy from the long run, and my mind was almost melting.It took me a minute before I noticed that there was a heavy thing on my stomach, and another minute for me to realize that the weight was an arm of a man.I groaned.Of course, Quillon would sleep beside me. He was as exhausted as I was, and he needed his fill--doesn't matter if I was dead asleep, it seems.Ugh. That was irritating. Why did I sign up for this?I was sleeping on my side and he was almost spooning me in this position.I couldn't stop admiring how good his warmth feels lingering on my back. There was comfort, satisfaction, and I liked it. Even though I'd hate to admit it, I really enjoyed waking up like this with him every time. Sometimes I ha
Chapter Twenty FiveQuillonAfter showing Soleil where my usual cabin is, I didn't bother giving her a tour inside and left her shouting curses at me outside the cabin door.She was mad, alright, and I get why she felt that way. I also knew I needed to do what I did, hiding some facts from her, scaring her... That latter wasn't necessary, but well, it was entertaining.The angry yelling and dagger-like glare weren't close to entertainment, and I had the need to get out of her way, so I did.Don't get me started with the cabin I've been using ever since I can remember, and being in that same studio-type cabin with my mate. Gun to my head.I headed straight to Dylan's library because I knew he'd be there waiting for a report. He knew I never came for unannounced visits, unless it's an emergency."Any survivor?" Dylan asked, raising a brow as I sat on a couch facing him."And let them report back to Zeron? Come on. I'd never let a soul slip, you knew me better than that."He hmm-ed and s







