chapter 42

KAELION POV

For the first few weeks after Misha’s death, I could barely sleep, she kept appearing in my dreams.

It stopped after a while.

Maybe it was because today was the day I was supposed to propose to her or Lexi’s burial ceremony. I had no idea why I dreamt about her after so long.

Unlike the other times I dreamt about her, this felt so real. I saw and felt her presence however she disappeared just as I tried to touch her.

Gazing into Seliora’s eyes earlier made me feel relieved even though I had thought she was Misha for a moment.

After she helped me earlier by getting me to calm down, I decided I was going to let her go after all this was over.

It wasn't a decision I made in that moment, it had been lingering in my mind for so long.

It was best to let her go before the soft spot I felt for her turned to something else. Something I might not be able to control.

“After we finish finding whoever did this to Lexi, I am going to let you go but I am not sparing your father, he deserves to die,” I stated, still maintaining eye contact with her.

I liked the way she blinked her eyes whenever she got nervous.

“We should get back to sleep,” I added, breaking the moment and handing the shirt back up to her.

I then lay back down and faced the other side.

After some minutes, I felt her lying back too. I tried closing my eyes but I could not sleep.

Feeling restless, I turned towards Seliora and watched as she slept.

Her hair kept falling on her face which disturbed her sleep.

“What am I doing?” I said in a low tone snapping out of it yet continued to watch her as she struggled to get the hair off her face.

Seeing that she could not because she was still half asleep, I gently sat up and slowly brushed the hair off her face with my fingers.

After I was done, I kept brushing my hands against her face.

“What are you doing to me, Seliora?” I whispered.

All I wanted to do was continue to stare at her all night.

“You cannot be doing this, Kaelion?” I muttered, standing up and walking away from her.

She was supposed to be a way for me to kill her father easily. I couldn't possibly be falling for the daughter of the one man I wanted to kill more than anything.

Feeling confused, I paced around the library.

After Misha, I thought I had lost the capacity to feel anything but grief and rage.

“I have to let her go soon,” I thought to myself.

Maybe I was only feeling this way because she was around.

After finding out what happened to Lexi, I was going to make sure to kill her father immediately and let her go.

Whatever it was that I felt, it had to be simply because of the fated mate bond.

“This is not real,” I said to myself, turning to walk away.

After whatever just happened, I knew I had to sleep elsewhere.

I turned to look at her for a longer time before I walked away and noticed she was starting to shiver from the cold. She had the shirt I had earlier handed to her tight beside her.

“How is she so stubborn?” I muttered, walking towards her.

I could not just leave her in the cold.

“Hey,” I whispered to her, tapping her on the shoulders. “You are freezing, Seliora. You should put on the shirt.”

“No, I do not want it. Do not touch me!” She said angrily, opening her eyes.

“It's going to get worse, Seliora. You have to take it,” I insisted.

She kept refusing and sat up after a while with her hands around her chest.

“Do not go anywhere, I will be back,” I muttered seeing that she was not going to take my shirt.

I put my shirt back on and slowly walked away. The library was dark due to the windows being closed but I slowly managed to make my way to the drawer.

I opened it up and picked up the first thing I could touch in it which was a small torch.

I instantly put it on then continued to search the other drawers. After a while, I found a candle and a lighter.

Using the torchlight, I made my way back to Seliora and sat in front of her.

I then lit the candle and placed it in front of her.

“You should feel warm soon,” I muttered, staring at her.

“Do you ever regret what you did to my pack?” She asked, looking towards me. “Do you ever look back and wish you didn't do it?.

I wished I could tell her what she wanted to hear, I wished I could tell her I regretted doing it or even felt guilty.

“No,” I stated, watching the blank expression on her face. “I promised Misha I was going to avenge her, I have no regrets.”

“Even if my dad did do it, what about the innocent pack members you killed. What makes you different from the people who did this to your pack?. She asked.

“You should get back to sleep,” I simply muttered, lying down and closing my eyes.

The truth was I had no idea how to answer her question.

Minutes later, I drifted off to sleep.

The morning sun shining through the small window woke me up the next day.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked towards Seliora but she was not beside me.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, standing up.

I started to look around the Library for her and soon found her in front of one of the shelves.

“What are you doing there, Seliora? You are up to something again, aren’t you?” I asked, rushing towards her angrily.

I should have known never to trust her.