AMELIA"Why do you care so much about what I do or don't?""I just do."I tilt my head to take a better look at his face."Why is that? Why would you go out of your way to help me?" I run a hand through my hair, wondering about the reason for his generosity. "I'm not sure if I have met you before, and I'm almost sure I have not, so why do you care so much about helping out a stranger?" I blow out a tired breath. "No one wants to help other people these days, so what makes you want to help me? It's eating at me.""You are so curious, aren't you?" He gives me a mischievous smile. "There are no hidden agendas about the way I live my life. The quality of helping other people has instilled in me by my dad, as it came naturally to him. Believe it or not, I saw you struggling, and I just felt like you needed help, and I couldn't hold myself back there watching you get mistreated and couldn't stop myself from helping you out." He gives me another smile, more confused this time. "There's somet
NEVILLEAmelia drives me crazy with those innocent eyes of hers. The big black doe eyes hold a particular bewitching mystery in themselves, but they also tell me things when I stare into them longer. She walks behind me as we move to the next room from where we were. I took her there on purpose, thinking nobody would bother us. I was hoping that they would leave us alone.Though the clerical staff here are persistent in their attention, following me around the church premises everywhere I go.What are they thinking would happen?Am I going to run away from my dad's funeral?Or are they genuinely concerned for me?That can't be, could it?Maybe Jean put them up to it. But why isn't he here when he should be?Amelia tugs on my shoulder again, making me pivot on my feet."Are you doing okay?"I lie with a small smile."Yeah, I am fine." I sigh. "I'm going to be okay."Who even says that?I lead the way and then stop right in front of the colossal corridor and the private room to enter a
AMELIAI can see that the day is affecting Neville greatly. He looks broken as he’s perching against the wall in the corridor. I watch his entire body shake with the intensity of his grief as he cries in his hands.The corridor is empty and is not brightly lit. Everything is abundantly dark, and the scarcity of lighting makes things difficult for a passerby to realise it's actually Nev down there, sitting on the floor, with his arms hugging his knees. When I happen upon him, I wait still in my steps, thinking if I want to overstep his boundaries.Maybe he needs this time to process his feelings. I can’t hurt him more when he’s already hurting. What if I say something wrong that sets him off? If I make this anymore worse for him?Some part of me wants to move towards him and hold him in my arms. The empathy I feel for him shocks me. I’m not the one who wants to try to make other people feel better. I’m far from that. I have always been an awkward wallflower staying as distant as I c
AMELIAHe just got up and left the room.The room is blazing with voices since some people find it hard to keep it down even amid someone's life falling apart.I was scared about the ticking inside Neville at first, and now it’s all gone. The ticking is far-removed from what I can see. And the explosion that I know is coming. I’m silently waiting for it.I got up and walked in the direction I saw him leaving.Where did he go?This situation must be so hard on him.This day is such a shit-show.My legs run to the back of the unlit corridor, but I don’t encounter him there. He might have left for home. I should have followed him wherever he wanted to go when he mentioned it. But I also knew nothing regarding what was about to unravel. The piece of news he got in the chapel must be so hard to process for him. He seems like a person who would want to take his dad's business forward and raise it to new heights. Otherwise, if he didn’t want to work in the family business, it wouldn't have
AMELIAThat was one hell of a wild evening. After Arnold drops me home, I walk around my house as I change out of my cotton dress and make my way to the washroom.As I turn the heating on for the hot water in my shower, I remove articles of clothing from my body and stand naked in front of the bathroom sink. My eyes fall at me in the mirror, and something catches my eye. It is a small crescent moon-like shape on the right of my collarbone, glowing with red on my porcelain skin. At first, my mind tells me it’s probably a freckle, but then again, when I study the mark on my skin closely with my fingers, I find it's something they call petechiae. The spot wasn't there on my skin as far as I can remember. Is it a birthmark?If it was a birthmark, how come I have never noticed it before? I should have seen it.As I splash some more cold water on my face, some water hits the red spot, and the sensation makes the outer skin covering the area uncomfortable. The splash of water on my skin fee
NEVILLE The minute I enter my bedroom, I lock it behind me and make a beeline for the bookcase. My mind is sceptical of anyone entering the room in my absence, and those of Margarethe's former apprehensions when she handed me the letter make sense to me now. Something weird is happening inside this house, and the never-ending anxiety of not knowing what flows through our family makes me wary of everyone.Are they even my family anymore?I feel like I know no one.A sordid feeling in my chest tells me I need not trust anyone unless I want to be disappointed.After I put my ear to the back of my locked door to do a second check if anyone has followed me home or if someone is present outside in the hallway quietly waiting for me, I check for anything out of its initial place or order of housekeeping. When my mind is satisfied that no one has entered the room except me, I move toward the washroom to take a quick shower.I need to wash off all the gunk from the long, harrowing day I have
NEVILLEI wake up with a massive throbbing ache in my head, a hangover quickly taking shape the first thing in the morning. I slip out of bed, wear my slippers and stroll towards the kitchen, rubbing sleep from my eyes when I realise the house is empty. Celia is not living with us anymore since she moved out when I turned eighteen. That's when my dad hired Margarethe as a housekeeper and cook.It makes sense that she doesn't want to be here because of my dad's death. It must haunt her, and I can't do much to alleviate her fears. She must fear for her life. Anyone would lose their mind if the person they loved and cared about was brutally murdered.What kind of safe assurance can I provide her that it won't happen again?And I can't blame her for being selfish, particularly at this time, looking out for herself.I can't ensure her protection while she works for me since I don't know what kind of threat awaits her. Or me. Neither do I know who was behind the murder nor where and if they
AMELIANeville opens the front door for me and steps to the side of the door, so I can enter the massive foyer my eyes have never seen. As I walk inside, I wonder why I have followed him to his home like a clueless deer waiting for someone to save her? Not more than a mere moment ago, the giant iron-wrought gates at the front opened up slowly when Arnold punched a series of numbers on the monitor's display set on the side wall. That little action reminded me of all those old late-night movies I had seen as a young kid where a kid's parents died in a tragic accident, and then the kid gets transferred with a neutral party to their legal guardian's home. Even though, in this case, the roles are reversed. Neither am I an orphan yet, nor Neville is my guardian by any means. Even playing that scenario in my head sounds extra funny to me.Am I just a stupid girl relying on somebody?Arnold takes off with the car once I'm inside the house to who knows where, and he doesn't follow us behind. I
NEVILLE"What is that?" I point at the shifting colours as I gesture to my eyes. "Can you see that?"Arnold doesn't blink while Peter runs a hand over his face and stares at me for another long moment before he decides to speak."Yeah, I can see it, Neville." He clears his throat. "We can all see it. This ability means that you have the genes, and perhaps you are a part of us."Arnold shakes his head."This small thing means nothing. It doesn't clearly mean he carries the shifter's genes because we haven't seen him turn yet. Unless he does that, I don't think I can put the annoying suspicion I have about his capabilities to rest." Arnold exhales a breath. "You, me or Rick, none of us can be so sure of the extent of his capabilities just because his eyes have the same eye colour manipulation powers that we have. We use opti-chromakinesis to see our kind out in the wild.""What are you even talking about?" As I say the phrase, a shrill noise buzzes in my head. Sweat beads line my forehe
NEVILLE"What's going on, Arnold?" I run my hands through my hair. "What's all this talk about my genes and my dad leading a pack?" My eyes land on his eyes, and I see a golden speck in his eyeball that sends a shudder down my spine. "What are you? And what am I?"Peter stands next to me after he brings forth an old armchair from the corner of the room and gestures with his eyes for me to take it. Quietly, not breaking my gaze on Arnold's eyes, I take the seat. A twinge of fear exposes itself within my skin. But it's a different kind of fear than I have seen before. I'm worried about all the lies that will shake the foundation of my trust in the people I have known since I was a kid."Do you have any answers for me, Arnold?" He shuffles on his feet as he repositions his weight with his back against the wall. "Why aren't you saying anything? What's going on?" My patience runs thin, and I find myself lashing out against everyone. I turn my head towards Peter. "What is all this talk abou
AMELIA "I can't believe we are finally here. Is it a good idea to be parked so close to the meeting spot?" I glance at Neville, observing his line of vision on the road in front of us. We are sitting right outside the building where the postcard sender wants to meet Neville in a few minutes. Never in a million years have I thought I would be someone's stakeout buddy, but here I am in the car, gazing ahead me through the windshield, wondering what I'm doing here. As much as I would like to deny that I'm here for personal reasons, and even though I'm playing the role of a badass and pretending that I don't read about situations like these in books on rainy Sundays like I usually do, I wouldn't have changed a thing. "To be honest, I almost felt like you wouldn't want to have me to be here with you." "Not going to lie, the thought did cross my head. But then I decided to let you tag along, anyway." He gives me an impenetrable look. "You know my offer stands, but here's the kicker. You ha
AMELIAI feel lost, not knowing what's happening behind the closed doors of Neville's library. He's been in there for a while with a tall man wearing a Hawaiian shirt. The police chief came in plain clothes, which astounded me because I'm not used to seeing them walking around like that in public without uniforms or suits.Well, it's a high-profile murder case, so it makes sense that the police don't want to stand out if someone's keeping a close watch around Neville's property.Maybe I should ask Neville to dig into police-appointed security because who knows what the murderers want?Is Neville the next target?Could this be why the police are here to find that out?As I'm thinking these thoughts sitting on the couch in the living room, my phone buzzes into my pocket. I fish the phone out in my hands to unlock the screen, and the notification centre indicates three received messages.The messages are from Jeremy. He is finally getting back to me with updates.Hey, Amelia.Larry was p
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NEVILLEThere's a loud knock on my bedroom door. I twist in bed, wondering who it is now. I fumble and shift under the duvet, bringing it closer to my chest. The repeat knocks on the door return. The person on the other side of the door wouldn't give up.What time is it?Running a hand over my face, I shift against the mattress, thinking if I had locked the front door last night behind me when I came home. Then I sit up against the headboard, adjusting pillows under my lower back, rubbing sleep from under my eyes.A crook wouldn't knock on the bedroom door. And there wasn't anyone inside the house last night when I went to bed. So who could this be?"You can come in." My voice comes out in waves as I shuffle my feet out of the duvet, sliding my body to the edge of the bed. "Who is it?"The person unlocks the front door, and Marge steps into the room."How are you feeling today, Nev?" She speaks with a comforting smile on her face. "I hope my absence didn't cause much disruption to yo
AMELIA"Thank you for driving me home." I exchange a look with Neville. "It was kind of you to take time to sober up before driving us here.""That long walk was good, wasn't it?" He laughs, checking the time on his phone's screen. "Though I got swayed by the idea of crashing on Ella's and Mason's couch. It was a good decision to drive you home because I didn't drink much. Normally, I can let myself go in social situations, but since you were there, I tried my best to practise self-discipline." He eyes me. "Well, that walk was more for you than for me.""It was good." I massage my fingers against my forehead. "My head is not spinning as badly as it was before.""I'm happy to hear that." He unlocks the car door on his side before glancing at me as I shuffle my legs in my seat. His car sits on the side road in front of my home. Neville gets out of the driver's seat to move towards my side as he helps me through the door. My feet are a bit unsteady from feeling the full effects of the bi
AMELIANeville stares at me from across the room with a drink in his hands. He brings the shot glass to his lips as he laughs at the joke Mason passes around to his company of friends. He's standing in the middle of a pack of the people from Ella's neighbourhood, Mason's high school friends, and the people they have come to know as young parents.When I match his gaze, he nods at Mason before walking up to me. There's a slow smile playing on his lips."It's a pleasant party," he offers as an icebreaker. "I didn't think I would enjoy it this much."I return his smile."I'm happy to know you're having a good time." His eyes mirror mine as we share a silent look. "I have to apologise. I shouldn't have brought you here by lying to you."He raises a hand in my face to stop me from the word vomiting."It's completely okay, you know? I'm enjoying my time here tonight." He laughs. "Ella made some interesting points earlier in the driveway, don't you think?"My eyes widen as I slowly lick my l
NEVILLE"We should first finish our food." Her lips curve into a fantastic smile. "Then we can go somewhere."I nod my head."We can go wherever you want to go." "And you won't ask me another question about where we are going?" Her eyes hold me with a steady gaze, weighing her words before she opens her mouth. "Do you trust me that much?""Yeah." I bring the spoon with the soup next to my lips. "I said I trusted you, so that's what it means when I say 'we can go wherever you want to go.'"She chows down her noodles quickly over the next several minutes. Her eyes challenge me to finish mine as soon as I can too. So, I follow suit to her fancy, completing my food not long after she does. Then she wipes her fingers against her jeans, offering me her hand."This is your last chance. You can back out if you want to." Her eyes glimmer under the light from the chandeliers in the kitchen. "Let me make this extremely clear. Here, I offer you this brilliant opportunity to cop out so that I don