“You were asked to testify about Valerie Celeste’s disappearance last time, am I correct?” the officer asked, writing down on the stacked paper.
I pursed my lips together and looked down at my clasped hands above the table before responding, “My testimony was precise enough to prove my innocence.”
“Ms. Laurent, there are some serious allegations against you that the plaintiff wants to address.” He grabbed the brown envelope beside him and pulled some pictures out of it. Sliding one towards me, I flitted my eyes to the photo before I grabbed it. “These photos show that you and Mr. Sebastian seemed to be having an affair.”
I was caught off-guard at her response, raising my brows in confusion.“What?” was the only thing I could utter.“I’m sure that you have nothing to do with Valerie’s death,” she reiterated before sliding her hands inside her bag.“But why did you have us arrested?”“Because I was left with no choice and I also think that you two are hiding something away from me. If not something, then someone.” She pulled a piece of folded paper out of her bag and handed it to me. Thrusting my hand forward, I grab
He didn’t respond after that and he looked perplexed. I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed before running a hand at the nape of my neck. “I know that this is abrupt, but I badly need you to be honest with me.” I held his arm as I noticed his jaw clenched. “Portia, I killed Val—“ I cut him off saying, “Did you?” But I got no response and he just avoided my gaze. “Be honest with me, Tobias. Did you kill her?” “I . . .” he stammered and at that point, I already knew the answer.
No. Before Tobias collapsed on the ground, I shifted my hand and grabbed his wrist. I flicked my eyes at him and after our gazes met, his lids fluttered close as his weight tugged me down. Crouching beside him, I flitted my eyes at Mrs. Celeste in confusion. “This isn’t part of the deal,” I said. “Portia, honey, I’m sure I’m doing you both a big favor.” She glanced at the Silver Stag agents who were surrounding us before she lowered down and laid a hand on my shoulder. “You need to leave now.” “No,” I protested. “You’re not supposed to be involved in this.” “I’m involved in this because I’ve worked in that organization. I’ve seen what they’re working on and how they
I had no idea what I should do now. The weight in my chest was becoming unbearable and the only way I could get rid of it was to talk it out with someone. But right now, I have no one. I felt alone. I kept sulking over what happened to Aunt, to Valerie, and now Tobias. Every single one of the people I could lean on every time I felt like this—broken—was just gone. And not telling the truth to the only person I expected to empathize with me at this moment made me feel bad about myself. I knew I should probably stop being sorry for myself because it was the least I needed right now, but sometimes I couldn’t help it. They were too overwhelming: the loss, the truth about who I was, the truth about Valerie’s death, and being accused of murder. Then this organization would hunt us all if we didn’t stop them from attacking the bayou beforehand. They were just too much. I sometimes wondered how Giofré felt about all of these unfortunate circumstances. I was c
I was waiting for Giofré to arrive as I watched people walk by in front of me. My completely drunk state from a while ago drained off, but I could still feel the alcohol in my body because of how heavy my head felt. I was continuously yawning and as much as I wanted to daze off, my throbbing hand wouldn’t let me rest. My flesh still burned from the silver and the palm I used to remove the knife out of my hand had red and brown marks on it. This reminded me so much about what the Silver Stag taught us about silvers and werewolves. Werewolves were stuffed with sulfur and silver was fatal to us because our blood tarnished them. And this was the pain I least expected to experience. When a black car pulled up in front of the bus stop, I bobbed my head and noticed Giofré come out of it. I stood up from the bench and watched as he approached me with a frown on his fac
As I fluttered my eyes open and tried to get up from the bed, my body didn’t budge. I tried to move my hands, my toes, even my head, but I couldn’t feel my body. I felt paralyzed. Like I laid flat on the bed with my eyes open, staring at the ceiling while I couldn’t move anything, even my lips. When my eyes caught a glimpse of someone shifting beside me, despite my numb state, I forced my eyes to stare at it. I saw a man and as he moved closer to me, I started to recognize his face. He was the man who stabbed me in the bar. He sat at the edge of the bed, a mischievous smirk creeping across his face, as he stared at me. I wanted to scream—to call someone for help but I couldn’t. My whimpers were suppressed and I couldn’t say anything. I looked away from him with tears daring to escape from my eyes, fear devouring me, as I anti
“He what?” Agatha asked as if she didn’t hear him. “He killed my fiancé because he retaliated after he stayed in the Silver Stag. He was beyond mad that he ended up blaming all of us for what happened to him. He thought that the only way he could get back at us is by killing two birds in one stone,” he explained as Agatha plastered a confused look. “That’s why he killed Valerie.” “I don’t get it.” She shook her head. “That’s not something Tobias would do. It doesn’t make sense. Why would he kill her instead of you two?” “Because that’s how you take revenge on the people you resented. You hit them straight in the heart which is worse than death. I told you, you don’t know him.” “Why was he even mad, in the first place? I know what he’s suffered in the Silver Stag but
As much as I wanted to run for Giofré and, somehow, give him emotional support, I had to give him some space to sort his feelings out. This time, I couldn’t blame myself for blurting out the truth about Valerie’s death; he had a right to know. This would be tough for him—knowing that he was the one who killed her. But, at the same time, he knew nothing about the consequences. Werewolves had been forbidden to mate with humans and that’s all he was aware of. Surely, there could be something that would prevent this from happening, but it was too late; we couldn’t do anything about it. And I hope by the time he went back into the bayou, whatever waves of emotions that flooded through him after I admitted the truth, he would somehow manage to recollect himself and move on. I went back to the village, seeing everyone scattered around as they did their responsibilitie