Cupid
“Jahan? Jahan, what have you done?! How could you?!”
She hurried up to grab me by the arm, pulling me away from the corpse to search my eyes, trembling herself.
“Listen to me carefully. You were never here, and you didn’t kill him. Do you understand? You were with Marlik all through the night. Okay?”
I trembled, shaking my head in denial.
“I… I killed him. I… I did it…”
I was shaking uncontrollably when Marlik rushed into the house in urgency.
“I’m just returning from the river. It’s still silent, no one around. I should go dump the body before the household awakens.”
He turned to me, and the moment he saw me shivering, he grabbed my arm firmly to pin me with his gaze.
“Get yourself together and get your words straight. You never killed your father. He was only drunk and drowned in the town river. You weren’t here, and you didn’t poison him. Understood? Say it out loud. You understand or not?!”
The snap jerked me up from my deep sleep, and I sat up sharply, pausing to catch my breath.
I looked around to see I was in my loft, my solace. A place where I could find peace.
I sighed shakily, reminiscing on the nightmare I had just had. Only that it wasn’t a dream. No. It wasn’t a nightmare.
I swallowed hard the big lump in my throat. I could still remember vividly what had happened right a little after my mother passed away.
The pain I had felt couldn’t be described with words. I was grieving, roaming aimlessly, and seeing my father never feeling guilty had fueled it all. That was why I did it. Poisoned him to death. He was my first victim and the one I took delight most in sending to the great beyond.
Marlik and his mother had come right after, and it wasn’t only his words that gave me the courage. It wasn’t only his mother’s support. It was more, far more.
How they covered my first ever crime and never breathed a word of it again. That got me doubting even if I had truly murdered my own father with my own hands.
I sighed shakily, looking ahead to the ocean beyond the glass, suddenly feeling lonely and needing warmth from my rogue family.
She moved gently in my arms, and I turned to stare at her sleeping face.
Snow.
I wondered how the Moon Goddess could be so merciful as to have created such a beauty like her.
We had made love earlier before we both fell asleep, and the words she said settled deep in me, making me swallow hard.
Slowly, I pulled away from her, very gently so she wouldn’t wake up. I headed out of the bedroom and into my study, raking fingers through my hair.
I gently made for my seat, settling in it to stare into blank space for a long time before my eyes moved to my wrist.
There, the beep was no longer operating which meant he had probably given up trying to get my attention.
I pulled the drawer at last and took out a burner cellphone to call him. Desmond responded almost immediately.
“Boss?” I went still at his voice, waiting. “Gosh.”
Silence fell between us. I kept my eyes on the files on my table before I asked in a small voice.
“How’s Dad?”
“Gloomy. The dinner went sour after you left. Mother returned angrily back to her house.”
“Almira?”
“She’s been quiet.” He sighed heavily. “Cupid, you can’t be mad at my uncle for too long. Apart from him being your father… he is the godfather. We can’t stand on our two feet without you, but… but the men also won’t follow you if the godfather orders them not to. If you walk away, the underworld will be divided. You know this, right?”
I nodded, remembering that I had given that order during the time I was about to travel to meet Evalina Draven.
“So what about it? Did Fenris find something?”
“He sent a text to me this evening. That was why I was trying to get your attention. Fenris said he needed more money for the investigation.”
“Really? Is it that difficult? He’s taking too long on the matter already. Why ask for another payment when we haven’t even gotten any results?”
“Fenris is expensive, Boss, but you know he gets his facts right, and he doesn’t rush. Should I make the payment?”
I sighed, nodding.
“You should. That crazy ex-husband of Snow’s looks evilly suspicious. I want all details about him, including his whereabouts on that night when… when she was raped. Just everything.”
“You got it, Boss,” he replied, and silence fell after that.
After a long time, his voice came again.
“Will you turn on your cellphone? Uncle might call anytime.”
To this, I nodded again.
“I will.”
I disconnected, sighing into the night, when I heard soft movement and then the sound of her sitting up.
“Cupid?” her voice came to my ears, and I knew she was awake.
I got up from where I sat, put away the burner cellphone, and headed back into the bedroom to check on her.

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