Alice waved over Damian's face, who lay like a log of wood on the bed. She quickly drew him more, using the dovey to cover his nakedness.She was breathing out heavily. She took away his clothes and went down to the bathroom to take her bath.She allowed the water to pour down her skin, calming her nerves. It felt like a heavy hand had tightened up her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.Fear gripped her. What if things go all wrong? What will become of her faith? She just needed to get her hands on Arya as a bargain; she had asked to keep her while Jasper took his son. She shut her eyes and dripped herself up under the shower, allowing the water to pull through her skin.'I still miss them,' she said under her breath. Memories of what used to be one family flooded her head.'If only you all were here with me,' she hugged herself, daydreaming when she was with her family. What is money without the love of a family?She had wished to go on a field trip with her dad and broth
Alice's heart began to race, her shaking hands reaching to the hem of her dress. Panic ran through her spine."How could she be gone?" She asked no one in particular. This wasn't the plan; her bargain chip was missing with no clue, and her hope was dashed to the rock. Her breathing accelerated at the thought of Jasper coming to her mind.How could she explain? It was a wrongdoing business by a rival pack, and now she couldn't keep to her words. The consequences made her panic more. Her eyes dilated, moving from one end to the other, already feeling fatigued with so many thoughts rushing into her head, and her mind battled.She searched every corner, tuning every piece of furniture; her hope dashed as probably Arya was hiding underneath them. She opened up the wardrobe but was met with hangers with no pieces of fabric. The room was damn empty except for the bed and the couch.Alice ran a hand across her already combed hair; she didn't care whether it was frenzy. She needed to find Ary
Sweat trailed down the back of her neck; she was panting like she was being chased by a bull.Her eyes flashed from one end to the other; a sudden interruption eloped from the silent corridor outside the door.A tiny, shanky voice echoed down the silent night, growing louder with each passing moment."What was that?" the maid asked, shaking and clutching close to Arya. Fear gnarled through her veins, and her heart dropped into her stomach."What is that noise that is coming in this direction?" All eyes were fixed on the door, which was closed but wasn't locked. They both held their breaths when the footsteps stopped at the door.Arya shut her eyes, silently praying that her baby shouldn't woo, not at this time of the moment. Was this a hunted place or just her imagination? But it was crystal clear; she was just the only one hearing the voices. No one will ever think she was crazy.Arya's heart was pounding within as both she and the maid hugged each other, their hearts throbbing aud
Vivian stepped into the pack house, her head straight with confidence. She held a file in her hand while she walked in.She never thought of meeting Alice along the line; she highlighted the Lamborghini that was packed in front of the pack house. She adjusted her dress and took a deep breath. She walked into the tall building.She's been here countless times and knows exactly where to find what she wants.Her mind was all focused on meeting Damian. She couldn't wait to see the expression that would be painted on his face.Memories flooded her head back then, when she was just 10. "I can't breathe whenever I'm around you," she voiced out on the day she came visiting."Don't you think you need to get the doctor to check on you?" Vivian squeezed her eyes in frustration, throwing her fist into the air when Damian looked away.Can't you get the gist? Can't he see I care much about him? She felt shy professing her love to get childhood friends; fear of rejection was more prevalent, and by
Vivian stepped out of her room, her footsteps echoing softly in the corridor as she made her way towards Alice's room. With each step, she pondered whether she should continue on this path. Doubts swirled in her mind and she thought of going back. But like autumn leaves caught in a gust of wind, unsure of where they would land she was undecided for a few moments before stealing her mind. “I'll just have to hurry and get done with it.” she muttered to herself before hurrying towards the direction of Alice's room. As she approached Alice's door, her heart quickened, uncertainty tightening its grip. Should she knock and confront whatever lay beyond, or turn back and retreat to the safety of her own room? The decision hung heavy in the air as she paused, her hand hovering inches from the door, her breath caught in a moment of indecision.Vivian's mind raced with a mix of determination and trepidation as she approached Alice's chambers. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, a
Arya jolted awake, her heart racing as if she'd been sprinting through a nightmare. She lay there, disoriented, unsure when or how she'd succumbed to sleep.But her dreams lingered, etched in her mind like freshly carved scars. The memories felt tangible, as if she'd lived them mere moments ago. The blood, the death, the unrelenting terror seemed too real to be mere fantasy.A nagging sense of unease settled in her chest, whispering that there was more to her experiences in the safehouse than met the eye. The enigmatic woman, the lurking shadow, the disembodied voices, gripped her with a paralyzing fear.Arya's mind raced, searching for answers, as the shadows in her room seemed to deepen, twist, echoing the darkness she'd faced in her dreams. Her thoughts swirled, a maelstrom of uncertainty, as she struggled to distinguish reality from the horrors her mind had conjured.She tried to shake off the feeling of dread, telling herself it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. But
Alice led Vivian out of the house, her eyes never leaving her friend's face. She could sense the guilt and nervousness radiating from Vivian, like a palpable aura surrounding her. Alice's mind whirred with suspicions, her instincts screaming that something was amiss. But she pushed those thoughts aside, choosing to let the matter simmer on the back burner for now.After all, she had bigger fish to fry. Her focus was on reclaiming her rightful place, and she wouldn't let Vivian's antics distract her from that goal. Alice came to a stop in the garden, her heels sinking into the soft grass as she settled into the chair beneath the umbrella. The gentle burble of the fountain and the graceful dance of the fish mesmerized her, a welcome distraction from the turmoil brewing in her mind. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the scene, and Alice couldn't help but envy the carefree existence of the fish, their worries limited to the confines of their watery world.Her thoughts, however
Arya sipped her tea, still seated in the delicate chair in her bedroom, surrounded by elegant furnishings and soft candlelight. “How does one tell the time here, though? We're supposed to be underwater, right?” Arya joked.The maid poured some more tea from the teapot and smiled in response to Arya's words.The maid's eyes twinkled as she replied, "When you've stayed here a while, you'll find that your heart becomes the clock and your dreams the sign of a passing in time." Arya's gaze drifted away, her mind stirring as she heard the word "dream" again. Memories of her dreams, long forgotten, began to resurface, and her mind grew unsettled. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she wondered what secrets her subconscious held, and what signs her dreams might be trying to convey. The maid's enigmatic words only added to the intrigue, leaving Arya with more questions than answers.Arya's eyes locked onto Celine's, her hesitation evident before she took a sip of tea, set the cup down,