Chapter 16:
Trisha’s P.O.V:
The world disappeared around me and I instantly felt nausea churn inside my stomach.
Everything around me was pitch black, or did I just lose my eyesight? I wanted to ask Damien what he’d done to me, but it felt like if I did speak, I’d just throw up everything I’d had for dinner.
And just like how the world had gone out of focus, everything came rushing back; sights, smells and colors…and the nausea.
“The toilet’s that way.” I felt Damien turn me in the direction of a toilet as he helped keep me steady and then I was running towards it and pouring my guts out. Damien even held my hair back.
It did take a bit of time to register that the King of all landforms was holding my hair back while I emptied my gut…but then it did register. Too bad I was too sick to care. I didn’t know vampires could puke until now.
When I was done throwing up my dinner, I felt Damien press
Chapter 17: Trisha’s P.O.V: Vandal was a turned vampire and the first turned one in our history to ever become a nobleman. He was old, having been turned at a later age and thus, even Vampirism couldn’t prevent his graying hair and wrinkled skin. Although he was over a thousand years old, he was still handsome and looked like someone who had aged gracefully. That’s one thing I hate about the man; you wouldn’t be able to tell what a bastard he was just by looking at his face. Broad shoulders, nice physique with a height over six feet and long hair that he liked to tie at his nape, he was someone who demanded respect and obedience and took them all for granted. “Lord Rudolf.” I grit my teeth together as Damien addressed him as Lord, but I focused all my energy in keeping my heartbeat steady. “What a lovely feast you’ve arranged Your Highness.” Vandal smiled widely. “I must say you’ve outdone yourself.” He took a sip of
Chapter 18: Trisha’s P.O.V: When I woke up the next morning, it was already past lunchtime. I took in the golden hue of the late afternoon sun through the open windows and slowly got up from bed. The disposable phone that Lucas had given me was lying by my side and my shirt was sticking to my chest from the heat. This high up in the sky, my room got quite hot and humid during the afternoon; that’s why I always send Neema to Mark’s room on a lower level so he can stay cool. But today, tiny hands on my back told me Neema had stayed with me. “Morning sleepyhead!” Neema greeted me with his arms around my neck as he snuggled close to my neck. Did the little man just mimic my dialogue to him every morning? “Hey kiddo.” I snuggled my face closer to him. “Morning.” “You missed both breakfast and lunch.” Neema giggled before speaking in a hushed voice. “How was the ball?” “Awww, baby!” I took his hand
Chapter 19: Trisha’s P.O.V “Come in.” Lucas and I entered the cottage together to find Granny Dilliana sitting alone in her bed. Talia, her granddaughter, was nowhere in sight and Granny Dilliana was having lunch on her own. It was yesterday when I had my confrontation with Dylan and so far, he hasn’t ousted my secret. I do hope it keeps staying that way. “Ma boy!” Dilliana patted the empty side of the bed with her wrinkled hands. “Come sit. You too vamp.” I had been jittery and nervous all the way to the Sanctuary and maybe it was the fact that Daniel knew Damien had come for a visit or the fact that I was finally going to get my hands on the evidence I needed to get rid of Vandal and free Neema for good, I couldn’t tell. But my palms were sweaty and my heartbeat was erratic. What if Granny Dilliana forgot where she put the evidence? What if the evidence was lost? Fuck, what if the evidence wasn’t ev
Chapter 20: Lucas’s P.O.V: “You’re unusually jumpy today.” Dylan noted as he took a sample of my blood. It was mandatory for every wolf to do a health checkup every six months to make sure they were in top shape. As the Supreme Alpha, I had to be at my best at all times. Unfortunately, the test just had to be on the day that Trisha decided to kiss me. “What do you mean?” I asked feigning innocence. “Higher heart rate, unusually high metabolic activity and you’re even blushing!” Dylan grinned like a maniac. “Who’s the lucky girl?” I shook my head and glared at the man. “A. I just did a treadmill test and B. I do not blush!” “Oh come on!” Dylan whined. “Don’t be a spoilsport! Tell me already!” “So that you can gossip your way into someone’s bed tonight? No way!” I wiped the sweat from my brows with the t-shirt I had been wearing prior to the test and swung it around my neck.
Chapter 21: Trisha’s P.O.V: “Lucas…” “I want the truth, Trisha,” Lucas moved back, his eyes a luminescent bright gold. “I’ve told you this before and I’ll say it again, I like you. And by like I don’t mean just as a person or just your personality. I like you as a woman and I like you enough not to care about us being from different species or that you work for the enemy. I’ve been honest with you from the start and I want that same honesty from you too. Is that too much to ask for?” I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. “No…you’re right. You deserve my honesty, as much as I can offer. And you deserve to know the truth.” I looked him straight in the eye then, blue to gold and I voiced my feelings to him honestly, something I had never admitted to before, especially not out loud. “I’m in love with Damien. And I have been in love with him for over a century now.”
Chapter 22: Trisha’s P.O.V: The sound of the door opening and closing woke me up from my slumber. I had no idea when I’d fallen asleep last night, but now the sun was high up in the sky and the rays coming through the open window fell on the floor, illuminating the entire room. “Trisha!” Neema yelled from the doorway as he ran across the room and dived onto the bed and placed an excited kiss on my cheek. “Good morning!” “Good morning, honey. Did Mark drop you off?” I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “No, I did.” Neema and I turned to look at the doorway to find Lucas leaning against the doorjamb in a dark red t-shirt and black jeans. It’s the first time I’d seen him wearing any vibrant colors and I have to admit, he looked darn delicious. Lucas smiled as if he knew exactly what was going on in my head before he eased into the room. “I brought you breakfast, since you missed dinner last
Chapter 23: Trisha’s P.O.V: Neema was almost exhausted by the time we arrived at the Sanctuary. I’d forgotten that other than his escape from the Rudolf manor and our escape from my home, he’s never been out in the sun before. So he took his time admiring his surroundings and soaking in all that he saw. Sometimes, Lucas and I took short breaks to let him wander off into the woods chasing butterflies or to just take in the fragrance of the wild flowers that grew with careless abundance all around us. Sometimes it was Lucas himself who’d stop and take us on a different route to show us something he was sure Neema would love, like the small tree houses built by the patrol guards on smaller trees which even Neema could climb up on. And even though it meant we would be late to the Sanctuary, it was worth seeing the smile on the boy’s face. I’d never seen Neema so happy until now and I realized just how much fear had crippl
Chapter 24: Trisha’s P.O.V: Lucas was shaking hands with an unknown man when I found him in the Primary Hall. The man, who I assumed was David Ruth, had short military-cut black hair and dark brown eyes and his skin was the color of dark honey. He noticed me before Lucas did and his eyes narrowed a fraction at me and then I realized he was looking at how I held Neema. Great! Not only was my entire race against me for saving a human, but now I’m getting odd looks from humans too? Shaking my head, I came to stand next to Lucas. “Lucas, I found what we need.” I told him. “It’s time.” Lucas’s eyes widened as he realized what I was talking about. “Let’s get going, its better if we get things done by tonight.” I sucked in a breath. Tonight! Damien and Lucas are going to come face to face tonight? “Okay,” I agreed and we both began to walk towards the Wall when David called us.