Ian:
Every vein in my head was throbbing.
I could not understand how Troy thought he could go alone and rescue her.
Then I remembered something. It was Troy who had created many of the differences between me and Clementine.
He had been sabotaging our relationship.
So I began to wonder if he had done the same thing again.
If that was true, I was not going to forgive him this time.
I would destroy him.
"You couldn’t keep her safe?" I asked Troy, clenching my jaw.
Grief was visible in his eyes. But I refused to believe him. Because of him, Clementine was gone once again.
"So what is the difference between you and Yorick?" I screamed, trying to reach him.
Every time I moved toward him, someone stepped between us and pushed us apart.
"I’m nothing like Yorick," he defended himself in a slow, soft voice.
"How dare you think you could go alone and rescue her?" I shouted.
And when I noticed that everyone had scattered, I knew it was my moment to approach him.
This time, he saw me coming. But he was a second too late to defend himself before I punched him.
As soon as he fell to the ground, I moved closer and hit him again.
He did not defend himself this time.
He knew his stubborn pride had ruined everything.
Clementine’s life was in danger because of him.
Before I could strike him again, Leysa ran between us and shoved me back.
"Fine, maybe he learned a little selfishness," she yelled. "But he was trying to keep her safe. He saved her from Yorick and his family."
The way she immediately jumped to his defense told me something was going on between them. Otherwise, why would she defend him like that?
It was obvious he had messed up.
"If he really wanted what was best, he should have told us. I would have gone with him to Yorick as well," I shouted back.
I clenched my jaw and turned toward her.
I was ready to charge at her too.
In my eyes, anyone who tried to take Clementine away from me was a monster.
And I did not hesitate to raise my hand against monsters.
"If you had gone to Yorick’s place, he would never have let you inside," Leysa continued.
"He knew Clementine had accepted you. That’s why Troy going didn’t raise suspicion. Troy wasn’t a threat to them."
There was hesitation in her voice.
Her body had slouched.
With one hand, she was holding Troy back so he would not charge at me. With the other, she kept her arm extended toward me to stop me from advancing.
"You’re talking nonsense," I snapped. "Why would I believe you? You never liked Clementine. You always put her life in danger. Maybe you wanted her dead."
I swung my hand toward her.
My father stepped in and shielded her.
"That’s enough," Troy shouted, getting to his feet. "Say whatever you want to me, but you will not speak about my mate like that."
The moment he said mate, I understood.
It was not hard for me to see what was happening.
First Haiden, and now Troy.
The Moon Goddess was clearing the path.
"You think I’m not worried?" Troy demanded. "The moment I left her there, I was coming to you. I made a mistake. I was selfish. But I’m trying to redeem myself."
His voice wavered as if he was close to tears.
"Redeem yourself after you lost her to your psycho brother?" I shot back. "If I get my hands on Yorick, I won’t spare him."
My breath quickened.
My voice deepened.
"Enough," Haiden finally shouted between us. "Control yourself. We need to find Messi. The rest can wait."
When Haiden said that, everyone eased slightly.
But the fire inside me was still burning.
My mate was still missing.
"Stop arguing. Let’s find Clementine. More importantly, let’s find Messi," Haiden uttered.
"Did you all forget what Clementine told us? Messi once tried to kidnap her," Fauna spoke after a long silence.
Once again, all our attention shifted to her.
"What if someone told her to kidnap Clementine this time too?" she added.
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