DianaI didn’t know what to make of the dream or what it meant.Was it supposed to mean anything? I have dreamt of my father harming me multiple times. I mean, he did it in real life. How much more difficult of a dream did it have to be?It was simple.Right?I held my wrist, till feeling the pain of the burn. But I remember what Edric said about the phantom pain. That shouldn’t have translated to real life, no?I rubbed on the wrist, and the pain seared my brain. I had to look at it, and lo and behold, there was a wolf head…staring at me, with a slight glow in its outline.What the hell was going on?I peered hard and long at my wrist, hoping that like all dreams, this would melt and I would see my normal wrist again.It didn’t.This was as real as my bed…as real as the very air I now breathed. As real as my captivity.Then, it came to me.‘Child of prophecy.’I didn’t feel watched. This wasn’t like the voice I heard before. It was within me. I rubbed at my wrist, thinking it would g
DianaWhen I entered the room, I did everything religiously. From clearing out the used dishes to dusting the cabinets, I made sure I didn’t look like I wasn’t doing anything.I turned over his bed and swept a little chafing to one side before I began looking for the book.That way, if he came in and I didn’t have enough time to cover my act, I had an alibi.The dirt.‘I was cleaning.’ Such an easy lie to tell.From there on, I turned the entire place upside down.Where was the goddamn book? Wherever it was, I was determined to find it, but holy moon goddess, he was good at hiding stuff.He told me not to touch his desk, so I avoided that with as much caution as I could.I just used my eyes to scan the entire place enough but saw nothing there of intrinsic value. Just a lot of papers where the writing on them made absolutely no sense to me.“How does v ever equal u plus at?” I chuckled as I continued my search. There was a long line of other things he wrote, similar to the initial ‘v
EdricShe was hiding something. I could tell.But none of it mattered.If she was doing something that was going to kill me, and she didn’t want me to know about it, then I was all for it.What completely threw me off guard was the lengths she went to hide it. Attempting to seduce me wasn’t her character at all.She was awkward at it, and if I wasn’t holding myself from a burst of arousal, I would have laughed. It somehow made me gaze upon her innocence and view her as…even more precious.The fact that she threw herself into that circumstance, not knowing how it’d end, but thinking…maybe from stories that she had been told…that I would just let her go, was endearing.Hence, my little pecks and teases showed her what could have happened. The endless possibilities.The fact that any other depraved man would have taken that opportunity to explore her innocence… both scared and enchanted me.She was too pure for this world…too pure for me.I knew that, and yet, I couldn’t stop.I watched
DianaI would never have been able to guess in a hundred years, that Edric was as good as I saw him play. When he played, my headshot into the clouds.I couldn’t believe it was happening, but his songs took me to places that I didn’t think were possible to go when I closed my eyes.He made me believe in the healing power of music.In my father’s house, music only existed to mock me. Each tune they played in jubilation was a direct jab at the life that I would never have. They told me with their songs, how happy they could be, and how left out I would be.Music made me feel lonely, but I must have been broken, because that was the one thing I clung to. No matter how scathing it sounded. No matter how much unhappiness the drums beat into me, I smiled.I smiled because it was an instrument.The player was the man.The harp struck a tune of rebuttal, but I hated the person who plucked the strings.It just made more sense. Now, I was able to enjoy the music that made the piano sound like s
DianaI froze, completely short of words.I didn’t want to tell him about this mark yet, so, I didn’t know what to say now.Despite the lack of practice and the surprise moment, I still managed to compose myself and talk.“How do I explain this so you can believe me?” I shuddered.“Princess,” he tilted his head in a challenge, “I’m older than I remember, and yet I look less than forty. If you told me there was a goblin that came every night to draw a small piece of this mark since you were eight, I would believe you without asking questions.”I took a breath and confessed.I told him about the voice, the message she gave me, and how strange it felt. I told him about the dream and, finally, the pain I felt before getting the branding.“Huh,” he breathed. He didn’t seem surprised or in any particular awe…just thoughtful.I tried to predict how he would feel about me hiding it from him, but there wasn’t any particular annoyance from him on that part.Instead, it felt like he was ponderin
DianaThe first thing that came to me while I was strategizing for ways to…end his life…was the one thing that made all werewolves run for the hills.Silver.I mean, it made sense to try this, since it was the one thing that served as the end of the road for all werewolves.Using normal blades to stab a werewolf hurts like hell, but in the right conditions, a werewolf would never die from it. The healing factor borne from the combination of man and wolf was just too strong.Silver, however, circumvented that strength.How? No one really knew.A lot of people believed that shapeshifters were impure beings, and because silver was a pure metal, it repelled anything that wasn’t of the original design of the creator.It made just enough sense for us to adopt, nothing else.However, if I was going to get a good chance at really doing damage to Edric, I was going to have to do more than just a stab in the chest with a silver knife.I was going to have to get the silver to soak into him. He n
EdricPain.Hot, searing pain.I felt it burn my chest, slash a bone, tear through my heart, and graze a lung.I closed my eyes, as though that would somehow make it okay, but it didn’t, and it forced a roar out of my already damaged lungs.I noticed her hand trying to pull out of the stab, but I held it in place and stared her in the eye.“Don’t you dare give up,” I growled.There were tears in her eyes, but she was strong. She didn’t let them fall. Instead, she pulled the knife a little ways out and pushed it in again, sawing at my heart.The pain blinded me, and I didn’t know when I fell to the floor.“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I’m so sorry…”I nodded because she didn’t deserve to do this. I forgave her before it even happened, knowing that I was the one who was supposed to apologize.This one hurt – the stab, and maybe it’s because it had been a while since I had done this, but it seemed to do more than just hurt.It weakened me.Was I really dying?Oof. Never mind.The bleeding
DianaWell, that didn’t go as well as I planned.I thought I had all the mental resources and preparation to deal with the event that he didn’t die.But as I stepped out of that room, shaking and unable to see through the tears that welled over my eyes for whatever reason…I saw that it was the complete opposite.Something inside me was breaking.I had just killed a person twice…and now, I had to ‘kill’ him again. I had to kill him as long as he stood up.How?I had initially thought the feeling of disappointment was what was going to overwhelm me. I was also readying myself for the fear, in case he got angry or something else.I wasn’t prepared for the guilt.I wasn’t prepared for the way my conscience felt trapped. Like I was committing the murder over and over again. Two murders in less than a month. It didn’t matter if the man was still alive.The fact remained that I had sunk a knife into his chest, and my intentions were the same each time. To end his life.I couldn’t process t
DianaHe hadn’t stirred.Not once since the moment, his eyes fluttered shut after the kiss. His breathing was shallow but steady, his skin pale against the dark pillows, and his black veins still faintly visible along his jaw and neck. Whatever poison he’d taken had wrung his body dry, and now he lay in a heavy sleep that looked too much like death for my comfort.I hadn't left his side. Not last night. Not the night before. Not the night before that.Three nights.Three nights of sitting beside him, watching over him, waiting for the weight in my chest to lift. It didn’t. If anything, it sank deeper, rooting itself like some parasitic vine that fed off guilt and dread and the cruel weight of not knowing what the morning would bring.I ran my fingers along the edge of the blanket and pulled up to his chest. Carefully. Almost reverently.I’d been sent here to die, and the only way to leave was to kill him.I thought it would be easy, especially when he had given me the free range. Ho
EdricI knew I was drunk.It wasn’t the kind where I became loose and couldn’t carry my limbs around by my own will. No. This was the light kind of drunk…the one where I couldn’t carry my thoughts.The one where ideas became so enlightening, they couldn’t stay in just my head alone. They had to live with others.The bottle was already half-empty, and I wasn’t sure if I hated the burn in my throat or craved it. I sat on the floor of the study, back against the cold stone wall, legs stretched out, staring at the amber liquid inside the bottle like it held some kind of divine answer.It didn’t.Nothing did, and that’s why I was drinking.The door creaked behind me. Light footsteps.Diana.I didn’t turn. I didn’t have the strength to pretend, not tonight.“You shouldn’t be drinking,” she said softly, walking around until she was in front of me.“You say that like it matters.”She crouched down beside me, her hand hovering near the bottle but not taking it. Her eyes scanned my face, search
DianaI woke up beside him…again.The sheets were still warm where our bodies had shared space through the night, though we hadn’t touched. I don’t remember falling asleep. I don’t remember being carried to his bed. The last time my eyes were open, I was screaming in pain, begging for my wrist to feel normal again.Muzan’s voice was an echo in the wind, and Edric’s warmth was the only other thing I could feel.He was already awake.He sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his eyes staring down at his open palms like they might hold answers. The veins on his face from the first time we did the spell of death were there. Long, spidering lines sat on his face, neither posing an immediate threat nor fixing anything.At least, none that I knew of.I hated seeing him like that.“Does it… hurt?” I asked, voice hoarse with sleep and something heavier.He didn’t look at me right away. “Not enough to die. Not enough to stop.”Just like I thought.That should’ve comforted
DianaThe hallway of mirrors was colder than I remembered.We hadn’t been here since the music box. Since when Edric and I discovered the one thing that somehow brought us closer.I remembered the revelation he had and the realization that this whole thing might have as well been linked to my mother and I“Luna,” he’d whispered, his eyes glassy as he told his cryptic tale. I still remember everything about this hall and the treacheries it held after.Edric walked beside me; his jaw tight. I could tell he was still thinking about the book we found in Muzan’s hands—The Key to Ramiuna. The words Blood Bride and Moon-touched Wolf were burned into both our brains, even though neither of us knew what they truly meant.Our minds raced with the possibility of what this all could be.We stepped into the center of the hallway, where the dust was thickest and the mirrors most broken. I was about to ask him if anything looked familiar when he suddenly jerked forward.His breath hitched. A loud,
EdricBreathing beside me.That was not something I was used to. As soon as I gained consciousness, that was the first thing I felt.Soft, easy breath.It could also have been someone trying to be careful.Either way, instinct prevailed and my first, thought was to reach for my dagger, but if Bane had physical hands right now, he would have slapped me.‘You stupid sod, you’re going to stab the girl!’ he groaned.The girl?I turned around, still a little wary, only to be met with the soft, feminine beauty in my bed.Diana. “How did she…”‘You have the memory of a fish,’ Bane tsked. ‘Well, how do you know fish have short memory?’ I asked him as the memory of me lowering her onto my bed, and then deciding to sleep in the same bed, came into view. Of course, I was the one who did this.‘Trust me…they do.’I sat up slowly, careful not to jostle the bed, and looked at her. She was still lost in sleep. I knew that because while awake, Diana always tried everything she could to stay away
Diana I stood at the open door, the cool early morning air a sharp thud against my back. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging me forward, out. The door he opened was never locked. Ever.But now, as he opened it, there was a deeper meaning to it. There was the intention behind it. This time, his opening the door meant something more serious than when I needed a short break.It meant a lot more than me running a few meters into the woods to chase after one of the pups in the wolf pack I had befriended.It promised freedom – an eternal repose to the conflict of being trapped in a place like this. It was the perfect escape, in the fact that it wasn’t an escape. I was being set free.I had cracked the code, right?Yet, my feet remained stubbornly rooted, as if invisible threads tethered me to the heavy stone of the mansion.My fingers twitched at my side, a restless energy I couldn't quite quell. Through the swirling fog that clung to the grounds like a shroud,
DianaI sat on the window ledge and used the morning breeze to cool my thoughts. The cold slab beneath me bit into my thighs and kept me painfully aware of what was going on.Of my reality.I couldn’t get it out of my head—his possessive, dominant kiss.He was rough and demanding, and it would have been nice if he had done it because he wanted to.No.He did it because he had to. Something about that didn’t sit right with me – it made me angry, even.I was saving my first kiss for bliss – for a moment of pure affection, one where I was truly liberated from all my oppression.And he stole that moment from me.He gave me one unforgettable but for the completely wrong reasons.Now, I would have the moment of my first kiss in the face of adversary, confusion…and hopelessness.“Fuck you, Edric,” I breathed, letting the exhale coarse through me and purge me of the angry thoughts. Like hell, it was going to work.I still couldn’t get over his lips…soft, yet used hard. His hands around my sho
Diana Edric opened the book and we peeled through the contents of the pages at the same time. But being a faster reader than I was, I was only able to scrape through words. While he, desperate for answers, turned the pages faster than my eyes could keep up with. At the end of it, though, he closed the book and looked up with a sigh of disdain. “What…what was it?” I asked, mental fingers crossed that it wasn’t anything overly disappointing. To give me an answer, he had to adjust his seat and take a deep breath. His answer was brief, but his explanation paved the way for what felt like a lifetime of thought and contemplation. Apparently, there was something that existed in the werewolf kingdom. Something usually scary, but now, exciting. The way alphas and lunas worked, was that there was an existing alpha for generations. Usually, the son of the alpha inherited that role. If the clan wasn’t satisfied, with the leadership of that alpha, they could nominate someone els
EdricWe left the hall of mirrors without finding the definitive answers, but we found something.I think that was the most important thing—that we kept moving forward, no matter what.Everything we did to get up to this point was simply searching, blindly looking for answers to questions we didn’t even know to ask.But here, we had a lead, and it lay in Diana’s hand.I couldn’t touch it, because it quite practically burned me.I looked down at my hands – the pain should have gone by now, and it was. But there were still the heat blisters. They were receding, though, a confirmation of my cursed immortality.I took a breath and looked straight ahead, trying my best not to look at the mirrors. Diana wasn’t aware of this, but anytime I looked at these mirrors, a splitting headache threatened to open my skull.I theorized that it was because they were things that I wasn’t supposed to remember, and Bane concurred.That didn’t stop me from coming here any time I was in the mood for a little