All Chapters of Promised to Another: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Annora:My world felt like it was crumbling. Nothing made sense anymore, and I felt like no one was there. The ones who were there were unwilling to give me honest answers, if any answers were given at all.Except Juno. She knew I would be back, and now I know exactly why.The warm air wafts gently around my form, cutting through my hair as the breeze sets in around us. The others turn and walk forward as I gesture for them to give me a few more moments with Jacob."Has your father said anything about Chia?" Jacob murmurs.The walkway suddenly feels smaller, the cement slowly caving in towards us. Anxiety. I take a deep breath and look up at Jacob. His eyes look tired with concern.Did he really think I was going to share any information with him when he couldn't seem to answer any of my questions?The audacity.While Jacob refuses to give me the information that my heart desires, I have to be honest with myself and say that he has, at the very least, been good to me. His features ar

Jacob:"What did Noah do to you?" I ask, as she directs me where to go.She gets quiet, and even her breathing isn't noticeable. So much so that I peek down at her to make sure she is alive or not sleeping.She's small. It's almost like carrying a child, as she weighs very little in comparison to a grown man. It makes me think back to her knocking Genevieve out in the courtyard.I felt proud of her. All these years, I've watched her let people walk on her, but now, as I think about it, it dawns on me.It bothered her more when someone had pushed me around; it had nothing to do with her."He didn't do anything, Jacob. Emilio... he's an empath. He was trying to help me. I have been having anxiety but... he accidentally pulled out other emotions I was feeling and pushed them back into me like a wrecking ball. I'm so embarrassed," she whimpers, pushing her face into my chest.I stop mid-air, holding us in place. I grab her chin, forcing her to face my gaze, but she's stubborn, so she looks

Jacob:Neither of them is moving, speaking, or possibly breathing, and I can't blame either of them for the shock of the situation.Nora slowly lifts her hand to the glass, still separating the two of them, and places it flat against it. Chia's gaze moves from Nora's hand to me, making eye contact with me for the first time.This wasn't supposed to be what we found. Chia had died, or so we had thought. There are some holes in the information that we had received.Coming inside this building was a terrible idea, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't give me information that I needed—that we needed."Are you okay?" Nora finally speaks, drawing Chia's attention back to her.Surely, she can speak right? But she isn't making the effort.She looks different. She's now pale like Nora. Her eyes have changed, and she looks numb inside. If emptiness had a physical appearance, it would be Chia."Nora, we need to go," I whisper.I turn back to look down the hallway, everyone is still retreated bac

Annora:Of course, I knew it wasn't healthy to numb the real numbness inside of you.Did I care at this moment? Not really, especially not after the third shot started to make my skin tingle."Okay, tiger. Why don't we get to the real issue? Are you going to tell me why you're suddenly so curious about Fae and Vampires? he asks, keeping the bottle out of my grasp.I sigh and lick my lips, reminding myself of my anatomy. I had only ever had a few glasses of wine. This experience was new to me.Thankfully, Fae wasn't affected the way humans were. I still feel in my right mind, but my physical body is feeling all of it."Can't a girl be curious?" I ask.He's not buying it, of course. Was he always this pretty to look at?Shit. Maybe the alcohol was hitting me a little harder than I realized.I straighten my posture and clear my throat. He chuckles and leans back into the side of the couch, watching me try to resemble any bit of sobriety I had left."What's in that?" I ask.There was no wa

Annora:It had been four days. Four days of knowing Chia was a vampire.Four days spent inside my quarters, avoiding everyone- every knock and every plea to come out. I wasn't listening.Four days, missing all of my classes. I knew I'd be behind, but quite frankly, I needed a reset, and I simply didn't care. It wouldn't take much for me to get caught up, and I had access to all of my books and the necessary content to stay current in our reading.It's 9 a.m., and I've already been awake for hours. I've showered, gotten dressed, done my hair and makeup, and been lying on my bed reading—not for school but for me.A knock comes from the entryway down the hall, and I contemplate even responding before I sit up in bed and hear the knock again.It's strange how something as simple as a knock can tell you who is at the door.Some people had signature knocks, whether it be the weight they put behind the knock itself, the number of times they knock, or the small jingle they always create when