I struggled to write this chapter...anyways, Happy Reading!
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
I have never been in love. I figured that it was something giddy that made you do stupid things. Maybe I was in love…what other than love would compel me to sit through two hours of watching two guys bash each others face in, when instead I was itching to go read a particular book that I had snuck out of the library because of its dark nature and my former accusations. Well, there were still rumours circulating. It was not like I was planning to actually implement anything that I would read. I only hope to expand my knowledge about something in particular that I was struggling with. I even had to encrypt my own thoughts because I believe that my new bodyguard was a telepath or at least a telepath adjacent. Yes, bodyguard. He was tall with brown hair and brown eyes and unnervingly quiet, which is how I came to my conclusion. I was on a magic ban for 2 months. I was struggling to accept that one but at least the director put a little trust in me to do it on my own, rather than give
Everyday, I find myself living in constant regret. Despite even the positive memories that my regrets breathe. I wish that I hadn't accepted Cassian's invitation. It had been a week since his accident. On the surface, there were only a few scars on his body and they all appeared healed but beneath the surface, every organ in his body was constantly on fire. It was all my fault. I am the one who put him in harm's way. I shouldn't have gone through that portal. I should have stood and fought by my mother's side and if need be…I would have died there, at least no one would be hurting the way they are now. And I wouldn't feel as if I was living in constant torment, haunted by the little terrifying creature at the back of my mind and not to mention the shadows that crept over my back. There was a great possibility that my dark signature had grown. I feared what it truly meant. I huffed,tugging at the strands of my hair. Tonight was the dinner. Phoebe had agreed to accompany me but she