Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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I answered by walking to him, holding his hand, the very one that took a life and interlaced our fingers. “Let’s get you back home. We’ll clean you up.”
The shock on Sebastian’s face was obvious, but he followed me as we walked back. When we’re alone, away from everyone, he asks, “Are you afraid of me? Are you going to tell me I was wrong?
“No.” I took my time to think about his second question, trying to understand my emotions in all of this and I remember his words from before. “If he was kept alive, Jeff would only cause trouble.”
Sebastian looks away, his expression tight. “He disrespected you. I should have stopped him the moment he came.”
I shook my head, knowing the real reason why he held himself back. “You didn’t want to ruin the night. My night.”
“I wanted it to be perfect for you,” He says quietly. “It was supposed to be your celebration.”
My hand squeezed his. “It was perfect.”
He glanced down to himself, the splatters of blood on his clothes making him sigh. “Maybe…”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Maybe?”
Sebastian hesitates, his amber eyes on our hands that held each other. “I always seem to be knee deep in blood and death. Even before in the woods, when I first met you. I couldn’t go to you because I was like this. Maybe I cursed.”
“Don’t say that.” I urged, making us stop from walking. “Don’t ever say that. You were eight and survived the unsurvivable. You are a good man, Sebastian. I know that. Isn’t that enough?”
This time, he didn’t hesitate. “It is enough. It is more than enough.”
We stared up at the moon for a silent while, admiring its light that shined in the darkness.
Suddenly, I can picture myself in the woods again, but instead of being scared of everything, I imagine Sebastian with me there, looking up at the same moon like we were doing right now.
It was comforting.
“I’m glad you found me again.” I tell him, my words barely loud enough to be heard, but he hears them anyway.
He wraps me in an embrace, pressing a kiss on top of my head. “I would have spent my entire life finding you, my little mate. Now that I have you, I’m never letting go. Never.”
It was an oath.
A vow.
And I kept it close to my heart.
We make it back to the house and, with another kiss on my head, Sebastian goes to the bathroom to wash away the blood on him. I sat on the couch, eyes toward where the party was.
A sharp pain in my neck made me gasp, my hand flying up to feel it. It was burning, more than it was before, but this time it wasn’t Benedict’s pain. It was mine. Through all this, I couldn’t look away from the window. Something was happening to Benedict.
I forced myself to stay under the blankets, fighting my soul to not move, but the mark had become almost unbearable and before I could stop myself, I was out of the house and walking towards the bright lights of the party.
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Chapter 92
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When I got there, Jeff or what’s left of him was gone, leaving only a circle of damp earth that shimmered with blood. The place was almost empty, leaving only a handful of people… including Benedict, who was drinking excessively in a dark corner. He looked wasted, bracing himself against a wall as he drank bottle after bottle.
The sight of him relaxes my mark a little until I see a girl on his lap, the girl from before and she was kissing his neck, licking at where he should be marked as he drank from a bottle, her hands all over him.
Rage consumed me instantly and the burn of my mark seemed to triple. I wanted to scream, to make a scene but I held myself back, keeping control of myself as I approached them as calmly as I could.
“Benedict, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice on edge. He didn’t drink often and he certainly didn’t look like this when he did. His hair was a mess, his eyes were blood shot.
The girl glances at me, her eyes wide. “Oh, Vareesa, I—“
“Benedict?” I pressed, my lips pressed thin. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t look surprised to see me, his drunken state worse than I thought. “What? Since when did you care what I do?”
I took the bottle from his hands and tried to pull it from him but his grip was strong. “You’re drunk and you haven’t stopped drinking.”
His blue eyes darkened. “I don’t have to listen to you. You’re not my mate. I can do whatever I want.”
“Stop it.” I argued, watching as the girl continued to kiss his neck. The more she kissed him, the more I flinched back from the pain that shot through my neck.
He started drinking even more. “Is that an order, Luna?”
“Yes.” I commanded, my words final, the air becoming still. “Now stop it.”
Benedict shoves the girl out of his lap, the girl letting out a small shriek from the force. When she was gone, Benedict stared at me, his eyes still dark but they weren’t angry anymore, they were sad. “It hurts, you know. My neck. I feel everything.”
I held my own neck. “Everything?”
“Everything.” He confirms pitifully. “And it hurts and I feel like I’m going to die, but I know I’ve made my decision and you’ve made yours. But I still hurt. All of over.”.
All I wanted to do was hug him at that moment, my soul was begging for it, thy entire body calling out to him, but I fought
I stayed where I was.
And kept my hands to myself.
“I’m sorry. I never wanted to be with her, I… I was just trying to forget you. To distract myself. Do you feel pain when she kisses me?” He asked, rubbing his neck and making a face when his hands felt wet from her kisses.
“Yes.” There was no point in lying. “I do.”
His head dips low, his face laced with regret. “I see. It won’t happen again.”
I bit my lip. It hurts to say, but I push myself to get it out. “Maybe it should happen again. You should move on. Find someone else. We’re not meant to be. Not in this lifetime. Not after all that we’ve said and done.”
Tears fell from his eyes, trailing down his cheeks, but he forced a smile anyway. “Maybe in our next life, I would have claimed you first. Maybe in that life, I didn’t chose loyalty: I would choose you like I’ve always wanted to.”
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