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"Cassian," I called out in a shaky and hesitant voice. For a second I forgot where I was. My mind went blank and my knees touched the ground, I didn't care that the rocks jabbed at my skin. I couldn't feel him. "Cassian," I called out meekly, slowly wrapping my arms around my chest as it began to feel hollow. I felt empty. A tear fell onto the dry land. I couldn't feel him. I can't feel him. My heart was pounding in my chest. My soul felt as if it was being ripped to pieces. Everything was in pain but I couldn't tell what organ within my body was injured. I gasped struggling to breathe. I couldn't feel him. Why couldn't I feel him? 'Cassian,' I felt my hope slowly leaving me. Why wasn't he answering? He had to answer me. "Cassian!" I yelled with all the energy, will and hope left in my body. I squeezed my eyes shut as I awaited his response but there was just silence. For the first time in my life, I dreaded the thing that I had once found ple
"You heard its thoughts?" I nodded my head, returning my gaze to the moonless sky. I felt as if time was running out. My hands refused to remain still and the hollow in my chest seemed to be growing. I released a shaking breath, getting off the bed. I walked towards the window and stared blankly outside. "Could it be that your abilities are growing? You are a rare combination of darkling and mage. There are many secrets surrounding the darklings, given that they are so few in number and mostly keep to themselves. I had heard rumours once of them being from an entirely different world," Kylen said very fascinated. "We are currently in a different world, why can't they also be from another," I replied softly, losing interest very quickly in the conversation. I couldn't shake the feeling in my stomach and the emptiness in my chest. I should have fought harder. If I hadn't given up so quickly, I could have tried one more time to get rid of them but I was…afraid. I feared what I was
Kylen was sitting slouched in the couch, his back almost parallel with the armchair and his shoulders and head pressed in the cushion that he should have been leaning against. His right knee jerked up and down as if it was seizing. I watched him sceptically, taking a sip of the tea that Vanessa had provided. In his hand was the phone that he hesitated to call his wife on. Was she really this bad? "Hmm, this is somewhat beneath you," I said to him softly, glancing over his weird position once more and yet on so many occasions, I was the childish one. "No," Kylen said, surprisingly disagreeing as he placed his hand over his face. I glanced towards Vanessa, who was stating towards the floor, deep in thought. She felt my gaze and flashed me a small smile. She turned towards Kylen and scratched at the back of her neck. "Taiti, why don't you give me a minute to talk to Kyle alone," she said with her fake reassuring smile while rubbing at her arm. What was she hiding? I hummed,
Kylen wasn't talking to me. He would mutter softly to himself rather than talking to me. He was restless and so was I. I couldn't sit still or comfortably, my body wouldn't stop trembling and sometimes my heart would skip a dramatic beat when I wasn't startled or scared. I needed to see him, this distance was doing neither of us any good. I felt as if I was losing my mind. A cold hand touched mine, I flinched against the touch but hesitated to pull my hand back since it was Kylen. He held my trembling hand up towards his face. A deep frown changed his features causing a wrinkle between his brows. "He is in pain," he said slowly. I tugged my hand from his grasps and stuffed it into the jumper that I was wearing. "When am I going back to Elverton," I asked, impatience nipping at the back of my head. I needed to see him. Kylen stared at me for a while. I turned and met his stare. He sighed and shook his head, walking towards the living room. "As soon as the director calls," h
Sleep was damn near impossible and the lack of it left me agitated and very cranky. Vanessa had come to pick me up the next morning and drove me back to the Academy. Kylen's new home was a dwarfed version of his old one. It was about half a mile away from the city and a lot further from the academy. It took us about an hour to exit the city's morning traffic and 15 minutes to get to the Academy gates. It was another long wait for them to let me in and then personally escort me to the directors building. Then there was the even longer wait for him to come forth and judge thee. Simply to put it, being within the academy's walls did not set my frazzled nerves at ease. My impatience and frustration was slowly feeding my anger. Yet even that I could not do. I wasn't allowed to be angry because then they would see me as a threat and eliminate me. As if I wasn't going through enough already, maybe they'd be doing me a favour. Putting me out of my misery, allowing me to rest somewhat p
Chaos descended. Whispers and rushed voices filled the large hall. I glanced towards the disappointed look on the director's face and shrug, maybe I was my father's daughter. He'd be so proud of the chaotic scene before me that is if he wasn't always busy trying to kill me all the time. "See, father! I told you she was a witch," Dalia yelled, pointing an accusing finger towards me. "Quiet child," her father snapped. He was a bald bulky man that looked nothing like her. He sat in the first row along with the others that whispered to themselves about me. "What did you say your name was again, girl," the brutish man asked in a harsh tone. Hmm, no wonder his daughter was so twisted. "Taiti Malcolm," I drawled out slowly, stuffing my hands into my pockets. "That is her mothers maiden name," the director chipped in. I raised my chin. What did that have to do with anything? Taiti Malcolm was the name on my birth certificate and every other official do
I had contemplated pushing her dramatically through the window and waving with those twinkling fingers as I watched her fall but my narcissist was short lived when I remembered that she could indeed fly. Her fear most definitely fueled her anger. One minute she was looking at me as if I had become this unimaginable horrific creature and the next second she was yelling insults, profanities and just being a bitch. "I am not afraid of you. I know what you are soon everyone else will see that you're just a manipulative slut witch who was sent here to stop Cassian from ascending into his primal form because you know the wolves will all become stronger," she said fiercely. I watched her feet as she took a step closer. I cleared my throat as a searing ache went through my head carrying with it a deafening ringing. "I don't know what you're talking about." My voice had returned to normal. The ringing subsided but the pain still stayed. Ugh, I needed to see him. "You
I wish that things could go back to how they used to be. It wasn't great but at least Silas wouldn't be avoiding my eyes or speaking to me. I didn't want to lose him and yet he was slipping away. "He's no longer at the infirmary. He's at his room in the sapphire house but at the present all the houses are feuding," he said, searching for something in the draws of the table in the centre of the room. "Over what," I asked, folding my arms with a frown. Silas paused his search to give me a hard narrow stare. I was caught off guard by it. I didn't expect any form of hostility from him. I unfolded my arms and shuffled backwards. He sighed, noticing my movement. "There were alot of people looking forward to the moon ball and now it might get cancelled. The guards still haven't figured out how the hounds got it," he explained, resuming his search. "I'm sorry." "Stop apologising, none of this was your fault. Some people just don't know how to give up," he said softly, standing to h