~Abella
The door opens slowly.
Noah looks at me through the crack of the door, before he holds it open widely. I give him a tightly smile, stepping inside out of the rain that has just started to come down.
“I’m glad you came,” he tells me lightly. Wiping the splattering of water from my hair, I swallow my pride. I’m here for many reasons. I want to hear him explain himself about what he said over a week
~AbellaI let the water run over me.This past month has been a whirlwind, my entire life having been turned on its head. The only moment my life isn’t insane, is when I’m sleeping, or standing in the shower, which I’m doing right now. Leaning back against the cool glass, I let the water run into my hair, washing away some of the tension in my shoulders and temples.I’m an immortal now, yet I don’t feel a
~AbellaThis is it. This is when he finally realises what a freak I am.“It’s not what it looks like,” I exclaim immediately. I don’t even care that I’m undressed and still bleeding from my cut toe. Avoiding the purple swirling around in the water, I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. This should have never happened. Cian doesn’t need to know about this. He doesn’t need to have his hands in any more secrets of mine.
~AbellaA million thoughts go through my head at once.My first instinct is to jump to his defense and let him know that I suffer from the same problem…Maybe he knows something I don’t and he can help me get better, or at least explain to me what is going on. But the moment I allow my mind to wonder to that weak place, I immediately reprimand myself. After all the advice my mother told me about keeping what I know a secret, I can’t just let that all go now.
~AbellaA soft click by my ear wakes me.For a moment, all I see is darkness. I try sit up, but my arms don’t respond. My wrists, which dangle above my shoulders, are shrouded in a cool, hard metal, which as I startle fully awake, the yanks of protest don’t free me. Chains clang together, a signal of my capture, even if I’m still too groggy to determine where I am, or who has tied me down.I’m in a
~AbellaI sit in front of the fire, staring at his wrist.The scars are silvery, precise lines leading up to a point in the centre, the deepest crimson red lingering in a circle under his skin. When I look down at my mark, my flesh almost completely torn to shreds, I can’t imagine how it will eventually form this very specific mark. I can’t imagine even sharing a mark with Noah in the first place.“
~AbellaI didn’t believe him.You can’t just have two mates. If it happens, it’s extremely rare to the point where people don’t come out to be honest with people about their mates, knowing curiosity would drive anyone to crazy lengths to find out how they could get a second mate themselves. In my life, as short as it has been, I’ve never known, or heard of anyone who has had a second mate.It simply...doesn’t happen. So as I stare into Noah’s earnest gaze, I’m stunned. I can’t believe it, and most importantly, I don’t want to believe it. I don’t want to accept the deception from both Cian and Noah.
¬AbellaWe met with the Gaze Reader the next day.It took me almost a whole night to convince Cian that I didn't want to use the Gaze Reader to separate the mate bond. I couldn't just make a decision overnight, when I've barely spoke to Noah, and Cian has been nothing but frantic. But his desperation has lead me to remain sitting here, right in front of a Gaze Reader.I demanded he leave the room, which thankfully, h
~AbellaThe moment I see him, I know it's him.All the memories I lost from the moment I died flooded back to me. Not to mention the other night, where he came into my room and marked me with that demon mark. He is just as frightening, and not because of his impressive stature. The way he looks at me casts a shadow of fear within me, especially knowing he is the one who killed me."What are you doing here?" Noah questions, putting himself between Stace and I. Whoever Stace is, immortal or not, doesn't seem at all bothered by an Alpha's demand. Instead, he's focused on my leg, which is outstretched in front of me, blood still pouring out through my jeans."Get out of my way," Stace demands, brushing past Noah with ease. I ca