Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284: 284. Trial II

Maisie

I remembered being washed and wiped clean while my head lolled against someone else’s shoulder. I was too tired to care whose. I was dressed in fresh clothes the next time I opened my eyes. I remembered the prick of a needle to my vein as I was hooked to a blood bag.

I also remembered laying with my cheek against someone’s thigh while a brush moved through my hair slowly, starting from the ends, working upwards.

My lashes fluttered, heavily drowsed. Soren was fully dressed in a three pieced suit, and he was brushing my hair, fingers gently untangling the knots.

What an odd dream.

I was too exhausted to be plagued by nightmares, coming up and going under. Fever. Pain. Vomit. Repeat.

But there were nights I woke up screaming, nights I didn’t see the bedroom, just the Ridge. The rift. My mates, dead. Nights I heard the wailing of a baby and the voice that pleaded with me over and over.

"Come find me, keeper."

The taste of blood often filled my mouth and I couldn’t tell dream apart from reality. In those moments, I would often hear someone say over and over that I was safe. I wasn’t alone. I would never be alone again.

And then, one day, after the fever had broken, I had a different dream. The wind blew in the curtains, bringing in the scent of the water outside. Soft, near silent footfalls against the floors registered somewhere in my subconscious, but I was dragged under again.

Until something wet dropped on my cheek, rolling down my skin and halted at the corner of my lips.

It tasted like salt. A tear drop.

Light fingers caressed my cheek and warm lips brushed my nose. Then my eyebrow. Then my forehead. The smell of alcohol teased my nostrils as they whispered, "I’m sorry."

Mercer.

My eyes snapped open and I sat up too fast, exerting myself.

"Mercer?" I called out, panting as my eyes adjusted to the dark room. Moonlight streamed in from the tall windows, illuminating the room.

My nails curled in the sheets as I searched the dark corners. "Mercer," I said again, this time quieter as my chest tightened.

There was no answer.

The bedroom was empty.

And I thought I might have imagined it, if I didn’t catch a whiff of his scent, and the lingering taste of salt in my mouth.

He’d been here. And he’d left.

I knew that was simply who Mercer was. But it still crushed me. More than it should’ve.

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I woke up on the morning of my trial to the windows being pulled back, and sunlight streamed in so bright, I groaned, grabbing the sheets and pulled it over my head.

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