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“Be careful. If that is what you want, and if that’s what you need to do to believe me, then go ahead.”
A flash of hurt skims through me at the fact I’m hurting him; and I take his hand. “I believe you Dad, and I am so sorry… All my life I’ve been told by mom that you cheated… you never denied it and I always blamed you for that… but to learn that it was not you but Mom who truly cheated. It’s shocking and I won’t deny that I am struggling to believe it…”
I explain softly.
“If it’ll help you, regardless of what happened between us, your mother loves you, that won’t change, Zaia. Are you certain you want to do this now?”
he asks. “I don’t want it to cause issues between you. Live in denial if you must.”
I nod. “No, I want the truth… If you allow me to do so, of course,”
I say gently.
I don’t want to pressurise him when I promised him whatever he told me will not leave this room, but I am also warmed by his words in defence of Mom. How can your views and respect for a personchange so quickly?
He seems to think over it before he nods slowly, frowning. “Very well,”
he says.
“Thank you,”
I reply. He looks tired, and I know he needs a good night’s rest, I think we both need it.
I want to ask him why he’s never liked the Kings and I’m sure there’s more to it than just business rivalry, but he’s been through enough today. That can wait for another day.
I stand up and offer him my hands. “
Come, let’s go home, I’ll make us both a hot drink, Father.”
“As pleasant as that sounds, I need to go home, Annette and I have already argued.”
He says with a heavy sigh. I frown, sne’s blackmailing Dad… now do we fix that?
I’m not letting Dad suffer and be blackmailed like this. I brush my tears away and fix my top, hoping I don’t look like I’ve been crying too much.
I am going to fix things for him. He’s held strong for me. It’s my turn to carry the weight for those whom I love, and I will.
We head out, and I take the reports the guards had written up. Gaspard observes me for a moment and I’m sure he can see I’ve been crying.
I order the driver to take us to Dad’s mansion first. I make sure Dad enters the mansion with Gordon, who is on duty, anyway. Only when the door shuts, do I tell the driver to take me home. One of my guards sits in the front, staying on alert.
Looking down at the files in my hand, I flip through them. Annette has gone as far as to threaten their families…
I lean back, staring up at the night sky out of the window. I need to comb through the guards and pack members and find out if there are others she’s blackmailed or abused… A. full investigation must be carried out. If I build my case, I might be able to strike a deal with her…
It is worth a try. I just need to have more solid backing. Mom’s family knew about the Blood Born, which means there’s a chance that maybe Annette does?
But Mom never knew she was her sister … is it from Mom’s maternal or paternal side? Ah, so many questions!
I massage my temples, and I lean back against the leather seat, mulling over everything Dad had said. Adam… I need to learn more.
Mom and Annette’s history…
Ok, stop girl stop. I’m becoming obsessive! When the car halts outside the house, I get out. Maybe I need a run…
I look towards the dark path that curls around the side of the house, and for a split second, I’m tempted to try to shift again.
I shake my head as I walk towards the door. I didn’t shift because it is so, so painful… I felt like I was going to die… but I want to try again. Maybe things will become easier.
Another day. I unlock the door and head to Valerie’s room. Jai is fast asleep on the armchair beside the bed, his head on the bed, as he holds her hand loosely. I silently leave the room and head upstairs.
After checking up on the kids, I find myself walking towards Sebastian’s room before I stop in my tracks.
What am I doing?
My cheeks burn and I turn quickly and head to my room, but I slow down half way there, hesitating once more. I do need to fill him in on how the meeting went…
I just need to see him, he gives me strength and brings me peace…
No… not like this. I look in the mirror. My eyes are puffy and red; he’d instantly know something happened.
Sighing, I head to my room, shutting the door behind me, I throw the file onto the bed and strip out of my clothes.
Tossing them into the washing hamper, I enter the bathroom. I stay in there for far longer than I meant to, replaying over the events of the evening again and again. The hot water soothes the tension in my neck and back. I’m so tired…
Finally, I switch the shower off and grab a towel. I should just drop Sebastian a message about the meeting. He will be waiting.I towel my hair dry first, as I dry my body quickly and step out of the steamy bathroom and into my bedroom.
The room is no longer bathed in darkness; the lamp is on and there’s at man sitting on my bed, in nothing but grey sweatpants.
His ankles are crossed as he flips through the file I had left on it. His chiselled godly body looks so good and it sends a shiver of pleasure through me.
“Holy fuck…”
Sebastian mutters, his eyes raking over me. They darken with approval and carnal hunger, and I can’t help but press my thighs together, clutching the towel in front of me.
My heart is racing as I poke my eyes out at him, and try to mask how hot and bothered I’m suddenly feeling. “What are you doing here?!”
I exclaim, whipping open the towel and wrapping it around myself quickly.
“I heard you come in, but when you didn’t show up in my room, I thought I’ll come find you myself.”
He retorts arrogantly. “But that view… how about you just drop the towel and let me get a better look? I won’t bite, I just want to see that sexy body of yours naked and wet…”
“Sebastian! Behave! How shameless, I exclaim, blushing as I look around. for a distraction. I glance at the blinds which he has thankfully drawn before turning the light on.
“Proud to be,”
he winks at me cockily and shaking my head, I walk over to my wardrobe and take out some panties and nightwear.
“I’ll be right back,”
I say as I go to the bathroom with my clothes, making sure to keep my panties wrapped in my night dress I know he’s smirking as I leave the door open and quickly pull on my panties and satin slip dress. I’m about to wrap my matching gown over it when I look up at the mirror.
My heart thuds and I freeze, the temperature suddenly seems to drop as a shiver runs down my spine.
There in the steamed up mirror staring back at me is the symbol of the Blood Born emphasised by the steam and below it, there are four words written. THE END IS NEAR
SEBASTIAN. I hear her heart rate change and I put the file down, concern flitting through me.
“Zaia?”
I get off the bed, ignoring the pain in my body and make my way across the room. I enter the bathroom to see her standing there in a tiny nightdress… She looks damn fine, and it drives me nuts, but I force myself to look up, spotting the imprint in the steamed-up mirror.
My eyes flash, and I look around the mirror. Who put that there? “How did that get there?”
She asks quietly.
“It wasn’t me,”
I say, trying to calm a her by attempting to lighten the situation. She’s been through a lot and is weighed down by so much. I don’t want this to just get her more worked up. My words do the job, and she tilts her head and gives me a look.
“Of course, it wasn’t you. You have sausage fingers! There’s no way you could have drawn that,”
she says, her gown slipping through her fingers. It falls to the floor, and it’s obvious by the fact she doesn’t notice that it’s shaken her.
“Unless, of course, I used something to make it,”
I state lightly. “This is no big ‘I deal.”
She raises an eyebrow sceptically but nods as she looks back at the mirror. The end is near…
Those words feel ominous…
“Ok sausage fingers, maybe I am overreacting,”
she sighs.
“Sausage fingers? Speaking of fingers…. you never seemed to have an issue with them when they’re buried deep inside of you…”
I purr as I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her, under her breasts, trapping her arms by her side. “Bastien, stop it,”
she says, despite not fighting me at all.
I look back at the mirror, our steamed- up reflection marred by the symbol drawn upon it by someone who has access to this home… but why would they be stupid enough to do that? Or are they playing agame of reverse psychology? So that no one would think they’d do it from within…
I tilt my head, calculatingly. Or they are trying to frame someone else… “Someone’s messing with you,”
I say, giving her a slight squeeze.
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