EmoryI quietly closed the back gates and stepped into the night. I could hear my heat punching so hard that I thought it might rip out of my chest. Every step away from the estate was like stepping off a cliff. I could still see my mother’s worried eyes, hear her voice begging me to be careful, to stay back, to trust Kol.But I couldn’t.I wasn’t going to sit in that house waiting for news. I wasn’t going to pretend I could eat breakfast or do homework while Rain was out there, maybe bleeding, maybe crying out for help.She needed someone who wasn’t going to wait for orders. And it had to be me.One of the smaller cars sat parked near the back drive, probably left by a guard who wouldn’t notice it was gone until morning. I slipped inside, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the keys. For a second I hesitated, my breath catching.I could still go back. I could sneak upstairs, crawl into bed, and nobody would know.But then her face rose in my mind.Rain laughing, teasing me when I s
RainThe ropes that were bound to me were beginning to dig deep into my wrists, as if they had become a part of me. Hours, maybe days, of rubbing and pulling had left nothing but aching skin. I was almost numb to the pain now. Almost.The door creaked open. My body stiffened in alert, anticipating another dose of torture. However, it was interfered with by a rogue whose expression was unreadable, and whose footsteps were falling slowly onto the floor with the most contemptuous confidence. This time he brought none of his food, none of his water. Just keys.“Boss says you are supposed to get some fresh air.” And so he crouched down and undid the knots at my ankles.Through my weariness I flinched at suspicion. I had a dry throat, and my voice was sharp and sarcastic.“And shall I then say thank you?”The rogue smirked without humour. “Wouldn’t kill you.”“Would it kill you to untie my wrists too?” I snapped, yanking at the bonds.Before he could answer, the doorway filled with a large
AriaMy phone rung against my ear. Another update.Or rather, another reminder that no one knew shit. No one had seen Rain. No one had found her. No leads. Just silence. Useless silence.I ended the call.I simply stood in the hallway a second, feeling something be pushing my chest. As though gravity was my punishment to make.So I went into the dining-room.The children were already present, sitting and silent as though we were waiting to commence a funeral. And in a way, maybe we were.Mina was sitting too straight, as a porcelain doll. Thumb and fingers crossed in her knees as she anticipated someone to instruct her when she could proceed. Gina was hardly eating, her eyes hopping along the staircase as though she were watching it to fall or blow up or to bring some one back.And Emory. Emory was the one who couldn’t sit with silence.“What was the update?” His voice cut through the room. Sharp. Cold.I pulled out my chair and sat down slowly. “You’re not going to school today,” I s
KolAs soon as dawn was breaking, I called in Elias to my study. The estate was still bathed in quietness, the sort of quietness that only existed in that precious time before the house awoke. I leaned my cane against the desk, and sat straight up. It was the first time I could feel more like myself again, more like an Alpha than a patient, since I had woken up of the coma.I looked up and saw Elias, with a keen and questioning gaze. He did not waste his time on pleasantries.“What is the problem?” He said, and his voice was already straining to the burden of whatever I was about to lay on his shoulders.I bent over, steepling my fingers on the desk. “Agatha confessed something to me yesterday.”Elias stiffened, but he stayed quiet, waiting.“She admitted she made a deal with the rogue leader, Veylor. The attack on the estate, the ambushes, even Rain’s disappearance… it all ties back to him.”After that, the silence that followed was heavy. Elias clenched his fist at his sides and tig
RainAs I awoke my body screamed at me. My neck felt sore, having lolled to the side, my wrists sore, where the ropes dug into them, and my throat burned.I was still strapped to that wretched chair. And in this nightmare still.It was cold, damp and full of the odour of mould. I moved, and the ropes cut through my flesh. I had been working at them with my fingernails, trying to fray the fibres, but every movement just left more raw burns.Then I heard footsteps echoing. Two rogues came into the low light. One was against the wall and his smile cut like a blade. The other squat before me, with the gleam of cruelty on his eyes.“Well, well. Kol’s new pet,” one of them jeered.“Pretty thing,” the other added. “Wonder what the Alpha sees in her. She doesn’t look worth dying over.”My face flushed with heat, and my fear was overpowered by anger. “I am not a pet to anyone,” I spat bitterly with hoarse voice.The squatting rogue came nearer, with his breath hot and stale. “Veylor hates tra
AgathaThe sound of Kol’s cane lapsed down the hall, and I was still on the floor. Shaking. My palms were flat on the rug as though I was supporting myself against the house itself. It was as though the walls of the estate had grown teeth, and were gnashing me into nothing, because that was what it felt like.Kol knew. He knew enough to damn me. Gina knew more than she should. Mina’s watchful little eyes saw everything. And now, he wanted me to lead him straight to Veylor, straight to the wolves I had unleashed.The thought made bile rise in my throat. What if Veylor killed me before I even opened my mouth? What if Kol stood back and let him? That was his punishment for me, wasn’t it? He had already declared me dead to him as a mate. Now he wanted me to die for real, only at another man’s hand so he wouldn’t have to bloody his own.I pulled myself up, and got to my bed, though I could not rest. My body would not stop trembling. It was like my heart beat against my ribs, trying to get