Cynthia Dion: I didn't want to disrupt their private conversation and also their peace, so I exited the house and lingered in the garden, but soon his mother forcibly pulled me out.I knew she had initiated the treatment and even summoned some aides to assess Atticus's condition. I was anxious about him, but all I could do was wait outside in the chill.After a few minutes of my departure, I spotted Enzo emerging from the house with his hands tucked into his shorts pockets, appearing disheveled. His hair was tousled, likely because we had disrupted his peaceful slumber."So, care to explain what led to his loss of strength and your decision to bring him here?" He halted right in front of me and posed a question."Ask him yourself when he wakes up," I shot back, rolling my eyes at him, unwilling to give him any information."Don't get sassy with me," he muttered, gritting his teeth and taking an intimidating step closer to me. When I didn't flinch, he lowered his head and smirked sarc
Cynthia Dion: I observed her approaching, and she gazed at me as though I'd taken something of hers. She had an intense look on her face, and she huffed before slamming her bottle onto the ground and standing upright to speak with me."What on earth are you doing in my mate's house?" she yelled, causing me to nod to confirm that I'd heard her correctly."I apologize, but did you just mention your mate?" I asked with a sly smile, "Because the last time I checked, he had a mate bond with me." I didn't want to pick a fight with her over Enzo, but her sassy attitude provoked me into arguing with her."Huh! So now you want to stake your claim on him? Has stealing Maleeka's mate not satisfied your appetite?" Her haughty tone signaled her intense dislike for me. She stood there, talking down to me as if I were a repugnant creature, when in reality, she had been involved with everyone's mates."And you're the one interrogating me? Weren't you involved with both of my mates? So, who's the rea
Cynthia Dion: "You're telling me he's been poisoned?" I had to ask twice because it sounded utterly perplexing. It was so strange that this had happened to him."Not precisely tonight, but it appears that a small amount of poison has been administered to his body over the past year," he explained, which was even more frightening. Then, something else struck me, and I couldn't help but stare at his face in disbelief."Why did you inquire if I had been preparing his meals?" I asked through clenched teeth, "You don't think I--? Of course, that's why you asked if I had been cooking for him. Didn't you just say it had been ongoing for over a year?" I was seething at his insinuations."Yeah! But that doesn’t mean you can’t connive someone to do so," he shrugged, stealing his eyes from me when I narrowed my gaze at his face."You---," I closed my eyes to calm my raced breaths down before I attacked him and grabbed him by his shirt, "You think I have that much power over his mind to make him
Cynthia Dion: "Yeah! He gave it to me when I was feeling cold," I replied, observing him nod and turn his head to the other side. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but I figured it might be because he was still unwell.I occupied the passenger seat of the car, glancing at Atticus, who gazed beside me. He appeared pale and weary, and I couldn't help but worry about him. They mentioned he had been poisoned, but I'm certain I had nothing to do with it.Could it be... there was only one name that crossed my mind, someone who could be wicked enough to do something like this. However, I've never seen him working in the kitchen."Are you feeling any better?" I inquired, my voice filled with concern, as he hadn't spoken for quite a while."Not really. I just want to get home and lie down," Atticus replied, weakly shaking his head."Right! Rest will make you feel better," I commented awkwardly, wondering when he would start talking again."Is everything alright?" After another few minutes of sil
Cynthia Dion: My heart raced inside my chest as I stared at Enzo, my mind still processing the forceful kiss he had forced upon me just an hour ago. The memory of his tight grip and his lips on mine without my consent sent shivers down my spine. Anger and frustration bubbled within me as I did my best to avoid making eye contact with him."Don't tell me my jacket reminded you of that kiss we shared," he remarked, his voice dripping with confidence. But he appeared oblivious to the situation. He moved closer to me, his eyes filled with arrogance and a smirk on his face."Do you have no shame or remorse?" I snapped at him, my voice filled with bitterness. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his words."Okay, okay, I know I messed up," he said, his tone condescending, raising his hands in mock surrender."But it's not like you didn't want it at the moment," he shrugged.I could feel the anger welling up inside me, threatening to overflow. How dare he try to justify his actions with such
Cynthia Dion: I walked back to my room and slammed the door shut. I couldn't see any reason to stay with them any longer. Rosalie was clearly being difficult. I paced around the room, feeling my anger rise. Then, my eyes landed on Mr. Holt's closet, and I knew exactly what I had to do."There's no way he could be sneaky enough to hide anything that could incriminate him," I muttered to myself, convincing myself that I needed to search through his things. After all, this room had been his long before I arrived. It was rumored that he often stayed in this room while Maleeka spent days sleeping alone in her own.I determinedly walked up to the wardrobe and started searching through his things. I moved aside his ties and suits, hoping to uncover some evidence that would expose his true, awful nature. He'd been constantly mocking me, and I couldn't bear it any longer.As I dug deeper, I stumbled upon a hidden package tucked away in the corner of the closet. With trembling hands, I opened
Cynthia Dion: "I talked to him and warned him not to repeat such actions. However, he does have an excuse for being around you," Atticus spoke calmly, taking measured breaths, though he occasionally clenched his jaw."What excuse?" I asked, observing him as he tucked his chin in thought."That he's your mate. Though it doesn't justify his behavior, he claims he can't stop talking to you," Atticus seemed a bit uneasy discussing this issue with me."So maybe if you," he cleared his throat, subtly glancing around and implying that I reject Enzo.I caught his message from his body language."Reject him? Yeah, I've been pondering that as well, but I'm not sure if he'll accept my rejection," I sighed, nodding my head as if contemplating the idea."Don't worry, I'll talk to him and persuade him to reject you myself. He's staying overnight anyway, so I'll have the chance to talk to him," he said, sounding enthusiastic and sporting a wide smile."That would be incredibly helpful," I replied,
Cynthia Dion: "Rosalie!" I heard the guys say it together, but it was my argument. I'm gonna do things my way.I flung the door open, startling them, and stormed into the room. She looked furious, and my arrival only made it worse for her."Is that why you're all here tonight?" I began shouting, fed up with it all. "What's going on?" Atticus frowned at me."I don't want you to bring me more problems, alright?" I blurted out, disregarding his buddies behind him.Rosalie and Enzo kept their eyes fixed on my face."And care to tell me, what've I done this time?" Atticus placed his hands on his hips and gave me a once-over."Just stay out of my business," I grumbled."Why don't you give her a good talking to, to remind her how she used to meddle in everyone's affairs and mess things up?" Rosalie interjected, making my blood boil."You don't need to school him. I'm sure he's old enough to make his own choices," I tilted my head and shouted at Rosalie, surprising her because she probably d