Leilani.
I stood in front of him, shocked to my bones and processing his words over and over again like English was not my first language anymore. And the more I thought about it, the less sense it made to me.
My hands balled into fists as I stared at Darius like he had finally lost his mind. Like he was toying with me... but his expression said otherwise.
Even the stubborn glint in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.
It was true.
He wasn’t faking this.
It was obvious that this wasn’t a joke. That this wasn’t some folklore or a mini version of the movie: Merlin, or even Game of Thrones.
This was real life... my real life.
"If Malakai isn’t my father, then who is?" I asked slowly, as if afraid... as if scared that whatever I was about to learn from his response would alter my entire reality.
He didn’t even turn to look at me. He didn’t even spare me a glance or seem as affected as I was as he said the words:
"My father."
As in... his father.
Goddess, he was trying to insinuate that we were related?
And yes, that was believable... especially since we shared some physical attributes and I have always suspected my family of not being my family.
But there was something I still couldn’t wrap my head around. Something that still made me almost mad just thinking about it. And it was:
First, how could I be related to Darius? Darius of all people?
—And if I was indeed not related to the Blackthornes, then what the hell is my relationship with Chalice?
What the fuck happened there?
How are we identical twins with different parents?
These thoughts and several more echoed in my mind, replaying itself over and over again like a video on loop.
My hands shook violently against my steering wheel as I drove. It was sweaty too and clammy, causing it to slip off the wheel continuously, then I would clamp it back down... again and again, only for the process to repeat itself all over again.
And goddess, I didn’t know what to think or believe. I couldn’t make sense of how I was related to Darius and Chalice at the same time. How I was my mother’s daughter but not my father’s.
And do you know what makes this even harder?
The fact that both of my parents were behind bars as we speak, still paying for hurting me so badly in the past.
Due to the fact that I was lost in my thoughts, I very nearly swerved off the road and hissed loudly when my car moved to the side and hit a trash bag by the road. It came to a stuttering stop shortly afterwards, forcing me to turn back to look at Zevran, who at the moment was still fast asleep in my backseat. His head dropped to his side and his slightly open mouth fell open even more.
But he didn’t stir.
He didn’t even blink.
And by the gods, my wolf stirred, growling within the confines of my chest.
My body pulsated.
And an electric-like sensation zinged through my body, from my head to my toes.
Gosh, I wanted to tell her to move away... I wanted to be as far away from her as possible due to how easy it was for her to set my body ablaze without even doing much; But I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I couldn’t move either.
I felt rooted in place,
Mesmerized.
Gosh, this girl sure knows how to set me on fire.
My face burned and I hate to admit this, but I think I am blushing!
Her hands cupped my neck as she tried to keep me upright, and that alone was too much. It sent so much electricity running down my spine that my eyes shot open before I could control myself.
Leilani, who hadn’t been expecting that to happen, stumbled backward and fell into the snow, her eyes thinning into fierce slits as she hissed;
"What was that for?"
And maybe it was because I was still so stunned, or maybe it was something about her beautiful swirling eyes that had me unable to lie or twist the truth, but I found myself saying the first words I could think of. I drawled;
"You... your touch," then slapping my hands over my face, I added; "Goddess, girl, you’ll be the death of me."

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