Masuk~NORA~The rain had started cascading in heavy droplets by the time I made it outside the compound that housed the ballroom complex and had walked several miles away. My heels had started digging painfully into my flesh. It wasn't a rigorous walking heel, I belatedly found out. Plus, the few times I wore them, I never had to walk this distance in them. And there was possibly no way I would know that this night would turn out like a circle of hell even Dante never imagined, and make me walk to the end of the world.The more I walked, the more I winced in pain. To top it off, the rain had formed large droplets and was splattering down my body without a care in the world."Fuck!" I muttered, staring down at my dress. "If I walk a few minutes more, I'm going to get soaked." I mused, biting on my lower lip.My insides were still buzzing with anger, but I had to admit that this was a bit of an irrational decision, storming out like that with no plan B. I would have grabbed Hillary; at lea
~DEXTER~Several seconds after Nora rushed out of the door, I took a few steps forward with the intention of following her, but a heavy hand on my shoulder halted me mid-step.I turned sharply, already knowing who it was. My glare was already fixed in place as I met Damon's questioning gaze."What are you doing?" I growled."She needs space," he replied softly as though we were just having a normal conversation. "At times like this, she wouldn't want anyone to invade her privacy till she had gotten it all out.""Damon's right." Hillary chipped in, and my glare shifted to her. She rolled her eyes in response before looking away. I let out a frustrated scoff. "So I'm supposed to leave her out there?" I asked no one in particular, but my gaze alternated between Hillary and Damon nonetheless.My entire insides were buzzing with worry, concern, and most of all, anger, which was directed at the pack priestess.Speaking of the pack priestess, she was leaning against her seat, gazing into sp
~NORA~I started living at the Alphas' mansion when Dexter and I became intimate, and he wanted to groom me as Luna by all means. It was my second home, but right now, I couldn't even run to it. Because everything I knew to be true, and everywhere I called home, suddenly wasn't that to me.I dashed out of the ballroom, glancing left and right, not knowing where to go or how even to get there, assuming I knew."But one thing is certain... I'm not going back there." I muttered, hissing as I glanced at my shoulder where several raindrops just fell. I was just realizing that it was about to rain, and that wouldn't fare well for me if it fully descended."Shit." I could run, but where? And definitely not in this dress. And what's worse? Dexter had the car to the car. Hillary didn't even come with hers.The mention of Hillary prompted me to remember the perfect place I needed to clear my head. Only that it was far off the grid."I desperately need a ride, right about now," I muttered with
~NORA~I was beyond relaxed by the time we finally made it to the table for the ultimate questioning— Damon and Dexter included, of course. Dexter had led me towards the table after he was sure I was okay. And Damon...Well, somehow I found him talking with Hillary, and surprisingly, they weren't bickering. And when I told him where I was headed, he volunteered to come along.So, the four of us marched towards the table like the formidable quadruple. But nothing could prepare me for the priestess's reply as soon as I had brought up the elephant in the room."Yes. I knew about her existence." She muttered, keeping a straight, unblinking expression as though she hadn't just perpetrated the lie she had accused my Dad of partaking in. "So, all this while you knew I had a twin, is that it?" I needed to be sure of what she meant before taking the lid off the anger that was already brimming inside of me Her expression softened when she looked up to meet my gaze, a glint of sadness dancing
~NORA~"Nora..."Dexter's voice hit my ears as Hillary and I headed to the table where the priestess and my mother's best friend sat, following our unspoken agreement to talk to them about my twin.I halted in my tracks, turning over my shoulder as he got close, now standing two feet away from me.“Are you okay? I've been looking everywhere for you.” He asked almost immediately, his gaze lowered intently at me with a concerned gaze etched on his face.“I'm fine," I replied with a firm nod as I looked up at him. "I just need to do something. Can we talk later?” I narrowed a pleading gaze at him.“Why not now? You disappeared, and now you don't want to talk to me?” The warm look on his face had been replaced with a frown.“I didn't disappear. I was within the ballroom, taking care of something.""What?" He asked softly, taking a step closer. "Just..." I shook my head. "Now's not a good time, babe. Just give me a few minutes, let me—"He scoffed, his gaze sliding upward dramatically. “I
~DAMON~I decided to sit a few tables away from Nora and her smart-mouthed best friend. Far enough away to avoid hearing the details of their conversation, despite how the urge kept rising, but close enough to see when Nora desperately needed a pick-me-up, which I wanted more than anything to give her.While nursing a glass of whiskey I'd gotten from the minibar, I kept my gaze trained on Nora, noting the nervous movement of her chin, the trembling of her lips and hands. It stirred an uncomfortable feeling within me.Living a life of lies and secrets, especially when they're perpetrated by members of your own family, could disorient someone like that."Still can't believe she's a twin, though. Just like me," I muttered, my brows raised as I took a leisurely sip of my whiskey.But there was nothing leisurely about my posture or the way my fingers tapped endlessly against my lap.Damn...I was trying to fight the nerves, tell myself things weren't as bad, even though I knew that, in one







