บททั้งหมดของ Faking the Mate Bond: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

[Diana’s POV]‘Even when I am not around you, I’ll always… always… always… be with you.’Zephyr’s words reverberated in my head as Kiera dashed past the moss-covered trees, rocky terrains, down a rocky slope.Were those words supposed to reassure me? What did they even mean? Did he mean to say that even when he wasn’t physically around me, he would be with me in my memories, in my longings, in my tears and my love?Because if he meant that, I didn’t know what I’d do. I had already done all of that for Mask and no way in the hell was I going to repeat it with him. But it hurt. Hurt in every part of my body. Those words poured into my chest like boiling darkness. A clenching wrath.I had never had second thoughts about Zephyr. I saw, heard, and felt his love deeper than the blood flowing in my veins. But right now, I wasn’t sure what to feel anymore. I was numb, and it hurt, hurt so fucking bad I couldn’t breathe.‘Calm down, Diana. Please. Zephyr isn’t Mask. Maybe he didn’t mean his

[Diana’s POV] Two weeks had passed in the real world since we entered the dreamcatcher. The first to escape through the dreamcatcher was Janus, who exited in a week. Followed by Miya, Zared and Darren, who exited the dreamcatcher two days ago. Followed by our group. The rest were still inside the dreamcatcher. Carol hadn’t stopped whimpering from the moment we exited the dreamcatcher. I stroked it, sitting on the chair in the hospital’s corridor. According to Archer, ever since we left for the race, Carol had been waiting for us to get out of the dreamcatcher in the library. Vera, Miya and Zared tried to feed it, but it refused to eat. I tried to feed it some flower flames, but it flew to the window of this corridor after Zephyr. Carol had learnt to fly already and the heart feather Miya talked about had budded over its chest. In a few days, we’d know its gender. “Princess. You should go back and freshen up. I am here with Zephyr,” Archer said. I shook my head. It was all my

[Diana’s POV]A train of thoughts crossed my mind.If I attack him first and make a run, maybe I can reach somewhere safe.What if the rogues are hiding in the shadows of the forest surrounding this place?I looked around to find the clearest and nearest exit from that place. “That look on your face. The way you are poised to attack. The way your heart’s beating. Is it because I brought you to an isolated place or is it because I brought you to ‘this’ place?”“You remember?” I asked, not allowing my words to tremble.“This place reminds me… that I am forgetting something. Something as important as the turning point in my life. Something related to you. I feel the presence of memories everywhere in this place, but I can’t see them. But right now, I can see them in your eyes and I want you to tell me… what happened in this place, Diana?” His voice was low and hoarse, as if he didn’t want the trees nearby to listen to our conversation.“How dare you forget…” I mumbled.“What?”“How dare

[Zephyr’s POV] (Four days later.) “This has gone too far. You will have to make a choice now. What do you want? You can either have your revenge and the throne or Diana. At this point, you can’t have both, Zeph. Remind you… thousands of lives depend on the decision you make. Including mine and uncle’s.” Janus said. I peered blankly at the blank ceiling. “Will you fucking say something? Man! This is frustrating. Four days and I haven’t heard a word from your mouth.” “Let him take his time. It’s his call,” Archer said, leaning against the wall with his hands crossed. Although I didn’t look, I could feel Vera’s gaze on me. If it wasn’t for Vera’s healer's powers, I would have taken weeks to regain my consciousness. For the last four nights, they have gathered around me, talked about me, they spoke as if they understood me, but they didn’t. I always knew Diana, and I weren’t meant to be. I was only trying to drag the time with her as long as I couldn’t drag it anymore. I fucked up

[Zephyr’s POV] The moment I had planned and worked for years was finally here, but… “Please put down the vial!” “OUT!” Arran snapped at her. Shoving her away from himself, he filled the same poison he used to kill Archer in an injection. I watched the moment satisfactorily with Aera, creating an invisibility barrier around us. We were in Arran’s alchemy chamber with a powerful scent of chemicals, herbs and steam occupying the chamber. Half of the chamber was filled with books of herbs, alchemy and medicines, while an enormous desk occupied the rest half. Glass flasks containing various liquids in bright vivid colors were connected with glass pipes, with fumes rising from a few of them. While Arran had scattered the test tubes and the set up slightly when he was searching the drawers under the desk for the vial of poison. I had imagined this moment exactly as it was playing out. But I never imagined Diana in it. Diana wasn’t supposed to be here. Just when Arran was about to pier