Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

He spoke about issues that truly mattered rather than the usual useless gossip that flooded most channels. As I chopped my avocados, the discussion on the radio deepened. Correspondents called in, talking about the greed among some Alphas who wasted resources meant for their people. Another spoke about the worsening strain on local healthcare. Then someone mentioned the growing hatred and strife among werewolves—how they struggled to coexist peacefully. In the Southern region, where my pack was, they were experiencing severe droughts, making farming difficult. My hands kept flipping the sourdough chunks in the pan, watching them turn golden brown. But my thoughts weren’t on the food anymore.

“Listen, you won’t believe me if I told you the whole story about how I got here. It’s too complicated.” “Try me,” he said with a determined expression. “I need to know why you speak strangely these days. Something about you has changed. I could swear that you have never spoken more than ten words to me since we were officially introduced six moons ago, but now, you seem to speak nonstop. You are bolder than you used to be, more sure of yourself. What brought these changes in you? What happened to you?”

But, if I had finally found him away from that bitch, I was going to use this opportunity. "Better late than never," I reminded softly that he could still apologise, and better his ways. It could take a long time, but we could go back to where we were headed before everything went downhill. "I don't know what goes inside my head. Spike hasn't spoken to me in weeks. I can't get anything done. There is a mess, and I don't even know how I got there or how to get out of it." He was talking like a little helpless child who had lost his mother at the crowded carnival.

“That no matter how much I fight for peace, someone’s always out there waiting to burn it down.” Dominic kissed her shoulder. “Then we keep building anyway.” She turned to face him. “What if it gets worse before it gets better?” “Then we get stronger before it gets darker.” Inside the house, Ava’s phone buzzed. She walked to the counter, picked it up—and froze. New message. Nice trap. Too bad we wrote the book on bait. You’re not the only one building something, Ms. Hart. Ava stared at it. Then she smiled grimly.

“First, we have to do what needs to be done.” I can’t help but scoff and it’s a bitter sound that seems to tear through my throat. “For some reason, that just doesn’t seem plausible to me. He’s been great at hiding for years. I’m afraid of this nightmare never coming to an end.” “First, we talk about pleasant things. We’ll come to that soon enough. I want to know how you’re doing first.” “I’m fine,” I admit. “Well, I’ve been worse, that’s for sure. And I’ve also been better. But right now? Right now I’m really happy, Theo.”

“I was waiting… I have been since the last time we spoke. When Sonia said you were going to call, I was ready to clear my schedule and get on the plane. Could’ve been in L.A. in record time, but she said you wanted a call first.” “Yes…” I began and swallowed. I felt a lot better and could afford to sit up without feeling like my body was going to betray me the next minute. “I’ve had quite the experience being here, and the last few weeks have been pretty hectic, but I remembered that you had tried to get me out of the house again but…” “You seemed like you had a lot on your plate. I understand. How’s that going, though? How’re you feeling, too? Doctor Hoover said something…” he started, but

Guilt crept into me when I realized that I was technically at fault for his injury, but I pushed it down into my gut where it couldn't come back up again and continued. "And you did things to me, too. Awful things." "You seemed to enjoy those awful things from the sounds you were making that night - " "The point is," I interjected, "the universe has put us at odds with each other. But right now, it seems as if the universe is shifting everything in ways we weren't prepared for." Hezekiah raised an eyebrow at my testament. "How so?" "I mean, look what's going on? You're chained down here, the Coterie is falling apart, I feel like I don't even know my own mama and Abraham is trying to kill us

Dez nods, knowing I’m done talking about Aria for now, and we start talking about the band of renegades that keeps crossing along the border of our territory, a topic that should’ve made me disgruntled, but I am already in such a foul mood from the conversation with my dad, I don’t think anything else could make me feel worse. I’d never say that out loud, though. I don’t want to tempt fate. Even though things look really bad right now, that doesn’t mean they can’t get worse. If life has taught me one thing, it’s that things can always get worse.

I let him go with a shove and turned to walk away. But of course, he couldn’t just shut up. He straightened himself, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said, “You’re right. Things aren’t going to be like before.” I stopped walking. My back was still to him. “They’re going to get worse,” he continued, voice rising like he wanted me to hear every fucking word. “As long as you keep acting like a fool for that pet of yours.” I turned around slowly. My eyes locked with his.

His voice was different now clearer, like he was speaking directly into our ears. "Nice try, niggas. Really. But you can never outsmart the bad guy." He let out a short, dry chuckle that made the hair on my arms stand up. "But tell me..." he leaned even closer, the visor reflecting nothing but the dim light of Katherine's room. "When was the last time any of you heard from your dearest doctor, Silas?" The room went silent. Not a quiet silence, but a heavy, suffocating weight that felt like it was crushing the air out of my lungs.