Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

“What! Deckard, please!” I plead, my voice trembling as I try to make sense of what is happening. “Can you just tell me what is going on! I swear, I have no ideal My eyes search his face, but all I see is fury–no, worse than that. Hatred.

This isn’t anger bom of frustration. This is real. Deep. Like he truly believes I’ve done something unforgivable.

I rack my brain searching for answers. What could I have donet is there something I’ve missed? Something I did? I try to recall every moment, every detail, but nothing comes to mind.

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Amical” A Mary’s venomous voice says, her lips curled in a smug, wicked smirk. “He’s talking about you slipping your ex- husband’s name onto the Apex Circle list, like no one would notier”

“What?” I stammer, “L., I didn’t do that!” My words falter

in the list? How did your ex

“Of course, you’d deny in Mary snaps, stepping closer. “Then tell us, Amica, how did Dane’s name magically appear on husband, of all people, get chosen as the next member of the Apex Circlet Tell us!

This even makes me wonder if the attack at the Apex ceremony had something to do with you. Because one moment, they kill the newest member of the circle, and the next, your ex–husband’s name magically appears as the newest chosen member”

character.

Her accusations hit me like thunder, and I can’t deny its heavyness. This isn’t just an accusation, it’s a full–blown assault on my char

I turn to Deckard, my heart sinking further when I see his expression. His eye–they don’t just look angry. They look like he believes her.

“Deckard,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I swear on my mother, I have no idea what you’ve alking about! I didn’t—”

“Oh, of course,” Mary sneers, interrupting me. “She wears on her mothert Someone who’s dead and gone. What difference does that even

n make even if you swear on your life? It’s a useless cath!”

1 freeze. her words cuts deeper than I’d like to admit. My mother’s memory isn’t something invoke lightly, and for her to mock it crurl

i like this—it’s

“Why did you do it, huh? Tell us why you did it! Is it because the Alpha chose to spend the night with me again? Is this out of jealousy?

My stomach chums as her words drip with venom

“You know the Alpha will never fall in love with you,” she spits “so why are you even jealoustn’t the position of Luna enough for you! You’ve already got that, Amica. But no, now you want to bring in your ex–husband to take the position of Alpha of Alphas? You’re ridiculous!”

I stand there, struggling to find the right words, to defend myself. But how do you argue against something so twisted, so absurd, when the person accusing you already seems to have everyone else cominced!

remums cold, distant

I glance at Deckard again, hoping for even the smallest sign of understanding, but his face rem

Deckard, who had been silent through Mary’s tirade, suddenly grabs my arm, his grip firm, He drags me into our room without a word, slamming the door shut behind us with a loud thud that makes me flinch.

“Listen, Amica,” he growls, his voice dangerously low but laced with rage. “My patience is running very thin. You’re going to tell me everything you know about this–everything–or there will be consequences. Severe ones.

I stare at him my heart pounding…

“Tell me how you did it he demands, his voice rising. “I know you had access to my computer because you were in the room that morning I don’t know how you pulled it off, but I know it was you. All the logical evidence points straight to you!”

Lopen my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off.

“You’re the only one who has something to gain from this,” he spits, his golden eyes blazing with anger. “You’re still in love with your mate, aren’t your Admitt

My chrit tightens at his accusation, and before 1 can respond, he presses on

“The last time we had a little misunderstanding, you ran to him. What did you promise him, huh? What did you offer him to take you back! Tell

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he roars, ha frustration boiling over.

Tears stream d

down my face as has accusations crashes me.”

“I didn’t do anything!” I cry nut, tears streaming down my face. “I only came to the room because you called for me! I didn’t touch your computer, and I didn’t touch anything that belongs to you!”

My voice cracks, but Deckard doesn’t seem to hear me. His breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling like a storm ready to erupt.

“Ahhh?” he suddenly rears, his voice echoing through the room. Before I can react, his fist slams into the nearest mirror. The glass shatters instantly, shards scattering across the floor, and crimson streaks bloom from the cuts on his hand as his blood drips freely.

“Deckard!” I gasp, scrambling to my feet. I grab a towel from the table and rush to him, wrapping it around his hand as quickly a as I can, trying to stop the bleeding. My hands tremble as I press the fabric against his wounds, but his eyes don’t soften–they only burn brighter with fury

“Get your hands off mr, Amica,” he says in a low, meracing tone, his voice barely above a whisper

But the intensity of it sends a chill down my spine. He doesn’t need to yell the sheer force of his anger is enough

1 immediately step back, releasing his hand despite the ache in my chest. My wolf whimpers, the sight of his blood spilling uncontrollably tearing at me. All I want is to help him,

Without another word, Deckard storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

I collapse onto the floor, staring at the bloody towel and the sh

shattered mirror. My hands are st