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I raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”
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He smiled down at me- another miracle by the sound of the gasps that came from the training area. “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
With much effort, I got on my toes to whisper quietly in his ear. “I can’t take another step. Please carry me. I’m dying.”
Not a second later, Sebastian sweeps me off my feet, carrying me bridal style, and without a care of who’s watching, presses another kiss on my forehead. “Let’s go.”
Warmth fills my heart as butterflies danced inside my stomach. I held onto him tight, fighting off the giggles from leaving my lips.
But I suppose I didn’t need to fight them off after all because, as Sebastian carried me away, I saw a glimpse of Benedict, smiling happily towards us, yet his eyes said another.
He was happy for us, that I know.
But he was also in mourning, in mourning for us.
For what could have been.
For what will never be.
And as hard as I tried not to care, I did. It hurt.
Before I could say or do anything, Sebastian had already brought us to the trees, leaving Benedict behind. My mark burned but with Sebastian holding me close and his lips pressed against my hair, it wasn’t as painful anymore.
The house was a welcome sight and the moment I saw the first of my couches, my insides seemed to cry for them. Sebastian takes me inside, carrying me into the house and up the stairs. We walked past our room and his office until we stopped in front of a door across from where I found him this morning.
Staring curiously at the door and wondering if this was just a guest bedroom of some sort, Sebastian opens it and my lips part. The first thing I noticed was the books, so many books on shelves built into the walls. There weren’t even walls anymore. It was all books. And so many comfortable looking seats, the best of them was a seat by the windowsill, amongst fluffy pillows and thick blankets with books surrounding it like a little alcove.
I was speechless but I had to show my appreciation. “T-thank you.”
Sebastian gave me a small smile that warmed my entire body. “You haven’t seen the best part.”
He carried me over to the seat by the window overlooking the trees and the twisting river waters. I was prepared to thank him again for the beautiful view that he was showing until I realized he was gesturing to a small table beside the couch where there was a…
“A phone to call your father.” He tells me. “I had another installed at his house. I figured you would want to speak with him.”
“Yes. Yes!” I couldn’t help myself, I grabbed Sebastian’s face and pulled him down to my lips for a kiss. “Thank you!”
He presses our noses together. “Go call him. I imagine there is a lot to talk about.”
There were no words.
I could only smile.
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“I’ll be in my office if you need me.” He says, setting me down and taking a step back. “Take your time and ask him if he needs anything.”
“Sebastian,” I said before he left the room.
He turns, an ever so patient expression on his face. “Yes, my little mate?”
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I understood then how much he’s really done for me; doing things before I even ask for them, making sure I have places to stay in the house and providing me with ways of how to be with my father. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you.” Sebastian says this like it’s nothing, like he’s only happy to be able to provide me with things. “There’s a paper I stuck on the phone. That’s your father’s number. Simply dial it and he will answer.”
“Okay.”
With another one of those small smiles that makes me melt, Sebastian turns and leaves me to call my father. I stared at the door for a little while longer, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by books, but my excitement got the better of me not soon after, I found myself reading the numbers scribbled on the paper.
Hesitantly, I type the numbers written and wait.
It rang a couple of times.
And a few more times.
Right as I think my father might be busy and won’t answer, a gruff familiar voice echoes through the phone. “How does this work? What am I supposed to do?”
A muffled voice says something to my father before I hear his voice again.
“What am I supposed to say?” He waited a few seconds before making a sound at the back of his throat. “Sorry, young man, we don’t have these contraptions here and I’m not familiar. Hello? Is that it? Hello?”
“Hi,” I whispered through the phone, amazed that I could hear him. “It’s me.”
The change of his voice was instant. Lighter. “Vareesa?”
Tears prickled my eyes. “Yes. It’s me.”
“Oh, my dear girl.” He whispered back, surprised and equally emotional. “How… how are you? Are you happy? Are you being treated well?”
I breathed shakily. “I’m being spoiled here. I’m happy. Very happy.”
A sigh of relief left his lips. “Good. That’s good. I was so worried. No one that came back from the Academy knew what happened to you until these men came- they came saying you sent them.”
“My mate did. He sent them to help you. Are you okay? Are you resting?” I asked, putting my knees up to my chest to hug. “Are you eating well? Are you warm enough?”
“I’m being spoiled here too. A little too much.” He says softly. “There’s more food than I can eat and they’re keeping me on these medicines to help me heal a few of my old wounds. They also gave us electricity. No need to boil water. I can watch movies now too. That’s what they call it. And the house, they’ve fixed the roof. The rain doesn’t come in anymore.”
“What about your bed?” I asked, remembering the uneven pile of grass he made himself. “I think if you ask them, they’ll help you find a better mattress. No more dried grass and twigs-”
“They already did. They said it’s made of feathers or something.” He trailed off, as if trying to remember what his new mattress was like. “Whatever it is, my back has never felt so comfortable.”
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