Cynthia Dion:"I heard that," I glanced down, recalling how he'd helped make it happen; otherwise, I might've lost everything by now."If you'd like, we can have lunch in the garden," he suggested, but I wasn't sure if I was prepared to face everyone just yet."No offense, but your family might kill me," I attempted to get out of bed, but when I stumbled, he grabbed my arm to steady me."Can I bring something up?" I sank back into the chair, feeling defeated. I'd vowed never to ask him this again because, no matter what he says, he can never provide a satisfactory explanation for his actions."Of course," he settled in across from me on a cushy seat, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for me to continue."Why are you going through all this for me? Do you believe I wrecked your sister's marriage? Do you think I cheated on you? Huh! You even seem to go along with the rumors about me stealing mates. So, why? Why won't you just leave me to face the consequences? Why save me?" My questions made
Cynthia Dion:"So if you want me to stay here and not leave, you'll have to do as I say. You did what you wanted, and now you'll have to do what I want," she warned Atticus, tears streaming down her face."You want me to endure suffering because I can't stand that girl at all," Atticus muttered, keeping his voice low.I felt uncomfortable sitting among them and remaining silent. Mr. Holt was silently staring at my face, clenching his jaw now and then. I had a feeling that he was contemplating how to make my life miserable in the near future."Then why did you accept her in the first place?" Maleeka muttered, keeping her gaze fixed on his face and awaiting a valid excuse, which he had."For you," he concluded, and silence enveloped us. I began to rise from my seat to leave, but Atticus grasped my hand and gently sat me back down. "Stay," he mumbled."What changed now?" She asked with a sorrowful tone. It was unfortunate that the siblings were pitted against each other now, but it wasn'
Cynthia Dion:'Maybe you're forgetting all the things this good-looking guy put us through,' I snapped at her irritably, 'Oh, right! You were still sleeping back then, weren't you?' I teased her for always staying hidden when I needed her. She spoke to me when I turned 18, and then vanished without helping me out.'Well, to be fair, what would you do if you found out that Atticus had harmed Flora?' she asked, attempting to make a point.'I'll make sure he gets the harshest punishment,' I began, but she began celebrating before I could finish.'Exactly what he deserves,' she said with too much joy, trying to prove her point. But if only she had let me finish on time.'But,' I continued, 'I'll make sure to gather solid evidence against him first,' I finished, shaking my head at her. Where was she now? Why wasn't she celebrating now?'What if your sister tells you he did all that to you, but he says he didn't? Who will you believe?' She set another trap, and I knew what she was getting a
Cynthia Dion: "You've got some nerve, standing in my and my husband's mansion and badmouthing him," she pointed her finger at me, and at this point, I let Thea call the shots. This Maleeka has always acted disrespectfully to me. She deserves what's coming to her. "First off, this is my and my mate's mansion. Don't forget, I'm the Luna now. And, secondly, take your finger away before I make it bend and stick it where the sun don't shine," Thea pushed it a bit too far. Maleeka lowered her finger, her eyes wide with shock. She forgot to blink, and her quick breathing showed she was getting anxious and struggling to respond. "So, this is you revealing your true self?" she whispered, nodding in comprehension. "No, I haven't even begun. The way you all treated me, deceiving me with your sweet words, you all deserve much worse," I sneered right in her face. At this moment, I couldn't even tell if it was me or Thea speaking. The emotions were too intense to be artificial. "I was always k
Cynthia Dion: I walked past him into the room, and I heard him rushing after me. I was as mad as a bull, really angry, and somewhere inside, I knew that Thea had lied to me. She was hiding something, and I couldn't get her to spill the beans."Wait, Cynthia!" Atticus kept calling my name, but I went into the room without even looking back to catch a glimpse of his face.I slammed the door and started pacing, but in just a few seconds, Atticus came in. He closed the door, stood in the corner for a bit, and then cleared his throat."You told me I could do anything," he said again, which made me stop pacing and close my eyes to calm down."And? I told you to go and do it now as well, or did I say something totally different from before?" I looked him in the eyes, still pretty upset, and he shook his head in disbelief."Then why are you so mad?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, watching me without blinking."Oh! You thought this was about you?" I laughed sarcasticall
Cynthia Dion:"Did you think he'd be entirely yours?" She was indeed smirking a lot."No! I knew he had a blood-sucking sister who wouldn't let either of us have any peace," I shrugged my shoulders. This time, I was the one speaking, not Thea."I can't believe you used to play the innocent card," she shook her head in disbelief, her tone less taunting now that I was giving it back to her."Why, didn't you also think I was exactly as others described me?" I met her gaze, no longer eating the chocolate. "And let's not forget that you lied on my behalf," I chuckled, mocking her for accusing me when she had played dirty tricks."I didn't lie," she muttered, taking a deep breath to compose herself."Oh really? You can deceive others, but I know the truth since it's about me. I was there, and I know I didn't do anything," I responded confidently, without holding back."You were everywhere, Cynthia. That's the problem. You knew what you were up to, but it never occurred to you that it might
Cynthia Dion: I entered the room and rushed towards the closet, standing in front of it with tears in my eyes, debating whether I should take my stuff with me or just leave. "I hate you," that was it. I started to sob and then punched the closet door. My bones made a cracking noise, but I'm sure Thea will help with it later, and even if she doesn't, I don't care. I was still crying when I got on my knees, rested my forehead against the closet, closed my eyes, and bit my bottom lip to stifle more sobs. It's strange that I always ended up expecting a lot from him, but he always let me down. "What happened to you?" The familiar voice made me raise my face and look towards the bathroom door. Atticus was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, shampoo still in his hair. I continued to stare at his face, utterly bewildered about how he ended up in the room. He had been outside, with that treacherous friend of mine. "Cynthia! What happened to you?" He asked, sounding genu
Cynthia Dion: "Sister! What's going on? Why are you here?" Atticus asked her, observing her angry gaze directed at me. I sensed that whatever had upset her was somehow connected to me, but I couldn't figure out what I had done that could be more devastating than Mara being with her mate. "Ask your beloved Luna," she replied, crossing her arms while keeping her glare fixed on my face. "What? I've been here the whole time," I said with a shrug, not hesitating to defend myself. "Why is he here?" I didn't respond because I had no idea what was bothering her. She finally spoke up herself. "Excuse me?" I shook my head, trying to understand what she was getting at. Was she referring to Atticus, or had someone deceived her about Zeon's presence? "Why is he here? Why did you bring him here?" Maleeka yelled at me, but the way she spoke about someone being brought here for me made me a bit anxious. What if someone had orchestrated this to make Atticus believe I'd been inviting people over