บททั้งหมดของ My Enemy is My Mate: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Samantha Point of view  I sat beside Linda's body with my knees up to my chest and arms wrapped around my knees. Its been more than 30 minutes since I have stared at her lifeless body. I don't know what to do. I don't know how am I suppose to continue. I clamp my hands together then run my fingers through my messy hair.  As I looked at the body, the way it was positioned and the angle I was looking at looked familiar.  I realized that this was the same scene that I saw when I looked into Linda's memories. I choked back a sob. I covered my mouth to stop myself from crying again.  I knew that in Linda's future, she would be dead. That was one of the reasons why I came to visit. I just didn't know that it would come this soon. I exhaled loudly and thought to myself, how am I supposed to move the body? How was I going to explain to them? I hear Rai coming up behind me and slowly lowered himself beside me. I glance

Samantha Point of view I stared at him in disbelief. Does he not realize that finding that kind of keeper is rare. I asked, "How?" He frowns and answered, "My first kill was actually the keeper's daughter. I didn't know back then but when I met her again a few days ago, she told me that she was a keeper."I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him confusedly. "She willingly told you? It's common knowledge that all keepers should keep a low profile, especially if you have no one by your side protecting you. Keepers would be vulnerable by themselves and that is why finding your protector is really important for us. Protectors are any supernatural beings that were born and assigned to a certain keeper. It is somehow like mates. Protector and Keepers feel an internal connection. Protectors would feel the urge and obligation to protect keepers while keepers would feel safe and trust their protectors instantly. 

Samantha Point of view Mom sat there with her head in her hands, facing towards the table instead of me. She was trying to wrap her head around the fact that her old friend came back and sent her son to kill her daughter and has apparently creating experiments that were dangerous enought to kill us.We stayed like that in silence as I waited for her to speak. She sighed loudly and removed her hands from her face. She clamps her hands together and rests them flat on the table. She turns her head to me with more composure than the state she was in a few minutes ago. She asks me with a calming tone, "What else?" I sat there dumbfounded for a minute. I shook my head to find the words and said, "We need your help." As soon as I said those words, she sighed and looked down at our dining table. "Rai is the only one who knows Marcus' whereabouts so if we-" "No," she immediately said. I blinked twice in shock at her response

Samantha Point of view I believed that Rai's plan was the only crazy idea I'd hear today but when those words left my mouth, I no longer believe that. I never thought I would be someone who would give crazy ideas. To put so much trust in a plan that has never been done before.Even if I thought the whole thing was impossible and crazy, I was still willing to do it. I can't live without thinking of the slight possibility of it working. I'm doing this for Linda. Rai thought it was a crazy idea too. He stared at me with his eyes wide open. He was stunned that I even suggested the idea of killing my own family just so mom could help us.Minutes have passed and I noticed that the clouds started to pile up and cover the sky. I heard mothers from the village called out to their children who were playing in the water. Glancing at the sky, it would seem like a cloudy day but the way the wind began to blow, anyone would think it was going to rain by

Samantha Point of view  I have never seen my brother look so torn between believing my words or thinking of it as a prank but he knew I would not joke about this. His hand that was holding the umbrella upward slowly lowered down. I could see his visible anxiousness when he swallowed. His eyes were wide open as he stared at me, trying to decide. Maybe he was waiting for me to say that it was a prank. That we would both burst into laughter for a few minutes. He would have complimented me for a convincible performance but the more time has passed, the chance of Linda's death being a lie was closing.  He does not ask. Instead, he kept his eyes on me as if he was mentally asking me if it was real. The tears that rolled down my face were more than enough to tell him that I wasn't lying. He let the umbrella fall out of his hands. He backed up to the tree we were under and lowered himself to the ground. He covered his head with his hands an