Todos los capítulos de The hybrid twins curse : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

ANASTASIA'S POV Lunch was different these days. Four chairs occupied on a Saturday afternoon was...strange, but slowly becoming normal. These days Silas was always out, not that I cared much for him but something was definitely off. I don't know what threw me off more, his absence or the sudden closeness the brothers now seemed to share. Laughter erupted from across the table, I rose my head and our eyes locked. Quickly, I stabbed my last pancake and rammed it into my mouth before looking away. It was weird, it irked me. Jed and Zain laughing together, sitting together during meals and having hushed conversations. It bothered me a lot, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Perhaps the space I asked for had done the trick and they were conniving on how to get me back, I thought. Whatever it was, it lingered on my mind. In the months I had been here, this was the closest I had seen them and something about it made me uneasy. "Mum

ZAIN'S POV "We should talk," I said over the phone like he wasn't two doors away from me. His response would determine whether I would storm down there or keep my cool, I had had enough. This time, there was no holding back. "Of course, I'll be out in a minute." "Good, I'll be expecting," I responded, hanging up the call. The more days passed, the restless I had become. This back and forth was getting tiring and unnerving and the one thing I hated most was happening to me. It felt like I was farther from getting the answers I wanted, and every minute wasted got me anxious. "I need answers." This line was repeated every night to father and on every occasion he acted like I was speaking to a wall, my words never making any impact on his stone solid decision to keep me out of the loop. His reason for his actions had better be worth it by the time we found out what was going on else I'd lose my shit. "I'm here." The words

ZAIN'S POV Dad's black car said hello as soon as the can turned into the driveway, he on the other hand was nowhere to be found. I stormed up to my room, thinking about what to do. On the way, I passed by Ana's room and paused. The door was shut as usual, I barely saw her these days. I had half the mind to knock but I couldn't bring my to see her especially when I hadn't found out the root of her curse. Anger surged through me again, there was no way I would let father get away with this. The pull to find out what was going on became stronger and I found myself storming off to dad's study, he needed to explain what was going on right there and then. I was done with the chase. The door was slightly ajar when I got there. I peeked my head through and there dad was, his head buried in some files I automatically assumed to have some connection to Ana. He looked up the exact moment I let myself in and the way he scrambled the papers couldn't be missed. There

ANASTASIA'S POV "Twenty years ago, Kora and I gave birth to twins after waiting for a while. Of course she was overjoyed, we both were but a mother's love is greater. She became different, unusual, always taking them around and never letting them out of her sight. She became obsessed." "Kira has always been overprotective of the boys, making sure no harm came to them. She could kill even me if I ever dared or tried to hurt them. Then one night 19 years ago, she began to have dreams, strange ones." I listened patiently unsure of what this had to do with me. Mother's eyes were fixed on him, it looked like she was in a different world entirely. The twins were more expectant than I was of the story, like it would change the fact that he was their father in some way. "I told her it was just a dream, nothing serious but it came back over and over again no matter how much I tried," Silas explained. There was a pause for about as a minute and it was s

ANASTASIA'S POV The double doors of the house swung open, but it no longer felt like a home. It was a mausoleum of quiet secrets and hollow grandeur. My mother and I walked through the grand foyer, our footsteps echoing against the polished marble. We had returned under the grim condition Vivienne had dictated the night before, but returning didn't mean forgiving. Silas stood near the grand staircase, looking haggard, gray, and sleepless, his hands hovering as if longing to reach out. Beside him, Jed and watched us with tight, anxious postures. Neither of us spared them a glance. We ignored Silas's hoarse whisper of mother's name. We walked past the parlor without acknowledging the heavy stares burning into our backs, taking seats on the long leather sofa facing the arched front entrance. Mother sat with her back straight, her hands clasped rigidly over her designer purse, her posture that of an empress presiding over an execution.