Lahat ng Kabanata ng This life again: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

I sit on the ground, still in shock, as Quill and Lip quietly discuss something to each other. I don't bother to listen in, my hands in my lap, the useless bracelet on my wrist a reminder that I'm just as worthless. My eyes ache from having wept so many tears. I'm pretty sure my maids would be chiding me if they saw what state I'm in. My father would try to cheer me up, and my brother would make me laugh until the tears of sorrow turned tears of laughter. I wonder where they are, I think to myself. I wonder if they're okay. Another tear drop lands on the top of my hand, a sudden glint catching my attention. Turning around, I realize that Lip and Quill have disappeared; Death stands there, his hands in his pockets, eyes curious. "How are you here?" I ask him, and he gives me a small smile, before sitting next to me. "You exhausted yourself from crying." was his answer, and then silence came over the both of us. "Why are you here then?" I ask, clasping my hands together on m

They both take really fast steps away from me, and I'm half walking half jogging to keep up. "What's the problem though? I only asked if Lip could teach me to further wield my magick capabilities." I said, Quill stopping as he turned to look at me, and then glare at Lip. A sudden thought hit me then, and I stared at Quill, crossing my arms over my chest. "Lip knew about me possibly having magick, and you kept him from telling me, huh?" I told Quill, feeling my anger rise up again. Quill didn't meet my gaze, though I could see it written plainly on his face. He had known, and he had ordered Lip to keep quiet about it. The fact that Lip had gone against his alpha's orders, and still told me meant that he had wanted me to know, and Quill had wanted me to stay oblivious. "What is wrong with you?" I whispered to Quill. "I could be I could have done something! And you just wanted me to stay what? Worthless? Weak?" I asked, feeling my voice raise up. "Look, no. I wanted you t

Sir Nightingale didn't look the slightest bit offended at what Queen Calandra had referred to his lover as. He blinked, and then motioned for us to follow him. "I will say, your Majesty, she's with child. I don't think it would be proper if you were to...well you know..." he said, making it sound strange for some reason. Queen Calandra rolled her eyes, flipping a strand of hair over her shoulder. "Don't be rude. Your lover isn't my taste at all." The silence was heavier as we made it to Sir Nightingale's tent, where he opened the flaps to reveal Isadora sleeping on his cot. Her tawny black tresses were in tangles with pins, and pearls, her hands resting under her cheek like a child's would. She wore a pale gray nightgown, loose on her shoulders, but tight around her belly. Her belly that made her look that she was six months pregnant instead of two or three. "Her stomach is huge." I whispered, not wanting to disturb her. "Yes, otherwordly partners babies' tend

My face is bandaged from the right side of my temple to the under of my chin. I can't see the skin underneath, but from the red that peeks out from the bandages, I know it must look severe. Even the right side of my hair has fallen victim to my fire magick; the dark tresses are even darker, looking charred, and severed at the bottom. I touch it, wincing at the crispy feel of my hair, and put the mirror back down. "Don't worry, my dear. We'll do everything we can to heal you faster." Quill says, taking the mirror from me, and placing it back on my dresser. I nod, though I wonder if he's as concerned at my appearance. Before I can say anything though, he wheels me back out of my room, and heads for the living room area, where I can hear people talking quietly. As we make it through the doors, the stopping talks, and I can see it's Quill's pack, my father, my brother Caleb, and two women who are speaking to Xolo softly. My father is the first one to run to me, and

"You've spoken with her?" he asks, and he actually sounds relieved. "Of course. I overheard you and my father talking about the plans you have for her." I said, confused at her tone. "I wanted you to know. Your father wanted to keep this as a secret from you. So, when we were speaking about it, I made sure you were there to hear what was going on." he explained, running a hand through his hair. Seeing his expression, and body language, I decide to believe him. "So, what are you going to do with her? She's too big and frail to even be moved." "Lockhart's been trying to heal her. That's why he's not here right now. And he finds it suspicious that a werewolf pregnancy like this could cause so much damage." Quill explains, and I freeze in my seat. "What do you mean?" I asked carefully. Instead of answering my question, Quill leads me off to a less crowded part of the dining room area, pulling a seat to sit across from me. "Lockhart explained that when humans decide to pai