Page 67 of His Fate
Please don't leave, my beloved. Stay. Stay and speak with me, we can sort through all of this together.
Even in my head he sounds desperate, scared.
So I yell, "Did you know? Know any of this shit before we went to the cabin?"
He shakes his head. "Only of your father's true nature as well as Grace's, everything else, every bit of it was news to me."
I nod firmly and crank open the door. "Then you're lucky because if you did, I'd be going further than I intend to and I'd make sure you couldn't find me."
Then I'm tearing out of our dirt drive and down the backroads.
And I still put up just enough of a wall so Kai can't pinpoint exactly where I am.
He'll know I'm still in Ashland and he'll know I'm safe but you bet your ass that's all he's getting from me today.
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Forty-five minutes later,I roll to a stop in my secret place, a place my dad used to bring me for target practice. It's an old hunter blind deep in the forest and we'd sit up there for hours shooting at the various cans and stands my dad would set up. He trained me on how to use every gun he owned as well as every gun he had access to at the station and I'm a pretty fucking good shot.
At least, I think I am.
Fuck, I don't know anymore.
Maybe my dad never taught me how to use a gun and I'm just recounting memories that aren't even real.
Jesus, this is so fucked up.
After making sure my truck is hidden, I bail out and climb the rickety ladder that's barely hanging on by a thread and plant my ass against the beat up couch cushions my dad dragged up here for us to sit on and I fucking lose my shit.
I cry for my dad because he has been through so much pain and heartache; because things are better for him.
I cry for the life I thought was mine and the memories I lost, the mother I never knew and can't even remember existed.
I cry because my head is swimming with more emotions than I have ever experienced in my entire life and I can't sort through any of them, not right now.
I cry because I'm happy and sad, angry and hurt, joyful and hopeful but also scared and confused and because I feel fucking betrayed.
I cry because the only thing I can make sense of, the only thing that seems real in the middle of this shit show is how much I love Kai and how much he loves me.
I cry until I fall asleep because I'm just so goddamn exhausted.
Then, after what must be hours, I jolt awake and look up into yellow, sickly yellow eyes.
"You honor me with your conscious state, my queen." The voice is heavy with a Slovakian accent but the face is much more angular, much more serpentine than any of my dragons and he has neon burnt-yellow hair streaked with brown.
"Who the hell are you?"
A demonic grin spreads over his heavily scarred face. "I am the messenger of death, my queen, and I've come for your head."
Fucking great.
As if my day couldn't get any more complicated.
Ain’t No Party Like a Search Party
Ipace the now empty living room of my mate’s former home for the thousandth time, fist my hair to the point of pain, try reaching out to her through our link, yet again with no results.
My Josephine has been gone for five hours, thirty-eight minutes and twenty-three seconds, seemingly gone without a trace.
