My eyes detached from his wound and reluctantly met his. “I wanted to leave before you could ask me to.” He frowned at me, a mix of confusion and exasperation clouding his features. “Why would I ask you to do that?” I stood up suddenly, wanting to increase the space between us as my confessions plagued the air. The willow watched us wearily. “You do all of this because you think you care for me.” I insisted, waving my arm toward the garden that he made glow. “I know that I care for you,” he corrected me matter-of-factly as he leaned back on his hands, “but go on.” “No, you don’t,” I said, turning my back to him. “Why do you think that?” he demanded with annoyance still in his tone. “That makes no sense, Cathy.” I whirled back to him. “Just listen,” I hissed through gritted teeth, glaring. He stayed silent when he saw my expression. “I believe you when you say you care for me. I see it in your eyes, your word
He did not take it back, nor look ashamed. That’s the part that most affected me. I stared at him in disbelief. My accusations and defenses wanted to convince him out of this confession, to manipulate him into thinking he did not love me, to tell him that I didn’t believe him. The sickest part of it was that I believed him. I felt the wind blow against my face, moving tendrils of hair past my shoulders. I saw the moon in the sky like a glistening silver coin, judging us. I smelled the dead flowers and the moss that started to vine up the cottage boards. I did anything but think about what this meant. There was a large gap of time that passed after he said it in which I did not say anything; I merely turned around and made my way back inside the cottage. My knees did not feel strong enough to hold me up anymore. I sat down on the empty floor, leaning against the wall again. I felt like my whole body was quivering, like an earthquake was occurri
“Get down,” Aldrich immediately ordered in a hushed voice, standing up before positioning himself in a defensive stance. I shot a glare at him. “You don’t have to protect me,” I whispered, listening intently. There was someone out there for sure; my scent did not recognize them through the vegetation, and I couldn’t hear any breathing or voices amongst the chorus of the forest. “I’m the war general here,” he reminded me, and barred his arm against my chest. “Stay here. I’m going out there.” “Can you just shut up and listen for once?” I hissed, grabbing his wrist to pull him down to the floor. He reluctantly obeyed, crouching down over the dust. His hearing was better than mine. I stared at the floor as he listened outside, holding my breath. Fear made my heart flutter tidal waves in my stomach acid. The moon was dimmer now, casting a ghostly puddle on the floor. I inched away from it. “Whoever it is, they know we’re here, and don’t
As if by instinct, he wrapped his arms around me. The anxiety that was causing a raging storm inside me finally settled as we laid there silently. I even placed my hand upon his chest, closing my eyes. It was the most calm I had felt since being a child, roaming in fields and getting grass stains on your nice skirt was the only worry. I smelled his scent with immense pleasure, the lavender soothing me, my perfumed lullaby. “I’d call this a victory,” Aldrich sleepily mumbled, “the girl who ruthlessly attacked me this morning is now in my arms in bed.” I reached my hand up and flicked him in the nose. He flinched, chuckling softly. “Goodnight, Aldrich,” I said, mentally rolling my eyes. *** When I awoke, I realized two very striking pieces of information. The first one was: I actually slept through the night. And there was no night terror, no screaming. The only thing I was waking up to was uncontained, unfiltered sunlight pouring in waves t
Aldrich looked like he was going to be sick. I wondered why he didn’t plan on telling the King what his son had done; maybe he feared he would take Ben’s side. “Father, do you think that’s the best idea right now?” he asked, his voice doubtful but still high in respect. “What if the vampires decide to attack during the banquet, when we’re the most vulnerable?” The King shook his head, laughing. “I commend you for being humble, but we shall not skip our tradition of revelry. We waited a day after your return to ensure it was not too soon.” “It’s already being prepared?” Aldrich asked. He sat down, and I swiftly followed suit, choosing the chair next to him, out of eye sight from the King. I did not want to be present for this conversation. “Of course it is, son!” the King exclaimed, grinning proudly. His gaze then flickered from him to find me cowering behind Aldrich, and realization passed over his face. “How rude am I to not greet your lovely wife?”
Aldrich For months, I had been dying slowly every day as I waited to discover if Theo was my son. I knew he was, but I awaited the admitall from Cathy like rain in a drought. Now that I finally knew, I was nervous to meet with him. After Alan left to arrange for guards and warriors to prepare (even though we all decided to not inform anyone of our knowledge) Cathay looked at me and offered me what I never thought she would in this decade. “Would you like to say good morning to your son?” she smiled, standing from her desk chair. I grinned, nervousness getting the best of me. “I’d love to,” I said, then looked at her with concern. “We’re not–” “No,” she said, shaking her head. “We do not have to tell him today. Let’s wait for a good day.” I nodded, following her over to their connected door. She added over her shoulder, “Although, I’m pretty sure he is already aware, anyway. He has accidentally called you dad.” I smiled at that, the one
As Aldrich’s entourage led us in, an ocean of eyes washed over us in a tidal wave, and there was a roar of applause. Despite our concerns, I was glad Aldrich was receiving the recognition he deserved. He seemed to perk up at the positive reception, flashing his women melting smile. Emily, Elias, and Benjamin stood up, but seemingly reluctantly. They applauded with blank expressions. I accidentally met Emily’s gaze and she glared at me, her perfect lips curled in disgust. They looked hateful, but not menacing. I took a deep breath. The King and Queen sat upon their thrones, watching us with a smile. The love the Queen had for her son overpowered any loathing she had for me; she seemed genuinely happy. The ballroom was glorious, unlike anything I had ever seen before. The floors were of glossy marble, sparkling like the white grand piano playing revelry music along with the orchestra. The thick velvet drapes were folded on the sides of the French windows, letting in the d
“What are you doing out here?” I demanded, trying to mask my weariness with annoyance. We had never been alone together before. She stepped closer, and now I could see the scars more clearly. They disrupted her features greatly, the result of scabs and the ghosts of deep marks. I didn’t feel even a shred of guilt. “I saw what you did,” she said, grinning a hideous smile. She now projected what was inside of her, so I deemed her new look as rather fitting, “you cursed that girl.” I glared at her. “Just like I cursed you? Yeah, I know.” “So you admit it,” she mused, prowling closer, her heels echoing against the corridor marble. She wore a black stress dusted in sparkles, elegant and gothic, her lipstick a blood red. Black diamond earrings dangled from her ears. “Why wouldn’t I take the pleasure of admitting I ruined your pretty little face?” I asked with sarcasm and acid dripping from my tone. She smirked. “You seem to forget your audience.”