The journey was shorter because Lucas drove like he was in a race with death, I was grateful to be unconscious for most of it, I wasn't sure my frail heart could handle the speed otherwise. I felt a soft tap on my shoulders, but I was too deep in sleep to open my eyes. I was lost in a world where no worries existed a no danger caused my heart to thump incessantly. I turned to the other side of the chair and continued my sleep, dipping my hands into the soft leather chair as it took me to a faraway land. When my shoulders were gently tapped one more time, I didn't budge. I muffled an incoherent leave me alone and just let my conscious ignore it and allowed my unconscious to take the floor. By the time warm hands carried me on their shoulder, I still didn't budge, I had settled myself once more into the arms of whoever it was and sniffed in the deep scent of their cologne which smellef like luxury as they walked somewhere, someplace. The lights of wherever they entered threatened
It wasn't the turning and tossing of Amanda that woke me up, even though I had to give it to her, she was such a loud fellow, neither was it the chirping of birds that suddenly thought beside my bed was the best place for them to sing their morning songs that woke me up, rather, what did was the blurry image of my father's stern face that I saw when I turned to the other side of the bed. " Father," I murmured. Usually, it took about ten minutes for my mind to be up and running when I woke up in the morning, but this was an exception because my brain responded swiftly to the odd stimuli and I found myself sitting up and looking confusedly at my father. Why was he here and so early in the morning? Then it all came rushing to me, all the memories from yesterday and how it all played out, and once more, I wanted the ground to open and swallow me. "Father I-" "I heard about what happened" Father's voice always had a way of bringing me together, all my quirkiness turned serious when
Immediately Father shut the door, Amanda bombarded me with an assortment of questions, she wanted to know how I had gotten close to Luke, how many times we had seen and if things had gotten spicy between us, I didn't know why but the more she asked, the more I flushed with the memory of our kiss. I sometimes wondered if it was real, seeing as it has never come up since that day, and we have met many more times than that, but I say nothing to answer her questions, I cannot answer them even if I begin and attempt to, so instead I blush like a new bride for a man who is not my mate. Gee Fiona, keep this up, and I might as well write it on my forehead that we swapped saliva. " Do you know what to wear to his house?" She finally let the topic die a natural death, I turned to her " Am I supposed to know that? Am I supposed to wear something fancy to visit him?" " Of course!' She exclaimed, " He is your mate, after all, you have to make him want you" She added " What happened to him com
I made sure I didn't look like the tears I had previously cried as I walked inside the mansion, Father had left me for his duty, so I was ushered in by the stern-looking butler whose face only reminded me of when I snuck in. Contrary to what I thought that night, his countenance didn't change when I said I was called upon by Mac or even when I said I was his mate. He didn't care, and for some reason, it stung because I felt he should attribute more respect to me, knowing who I am and what I am here for, he should show some more courtesy to someone who had a high probability of becoming his future Luna. Or was there something he knew that I didn't? I stared at the magnificence as he led me to a waiting room, now that it was not on the occasion of a ball or party, I could see what the mansion looked like. The living room went on forever, I suspected it was where we held the part that night. Everywhere I went, exquisite and blinding chandeliers stared me in the face radiating their m
The first thing I noticed when the door opened smoothly was that despite the fact that the door design was not as modern as the other ones in this house, it was not old and creaky at all. In fact, its hinges glided gently over each other and opened without a sound, it left me in an even bigger shock than I initially experienced. The second thing I noticed was the dust, a gust of wind blew immediately I set my feet past the threshold and it had me choking on my cough that I didn't want to let out. I walked further in and shut the door softly behind me with a click, all I could see was the haze the wind had blown and by the time it lifted, I realized it was a library all along! I let out a breath in mild relief, I still felt the spooks and chills I felt earlier but I tried to calm and pacify myself by telling myself that it was merely a library and not much could go wrong from here but it was still unbelievable even to my own ears. I walked past the first shelf of books and took
Without thinking any further, I closed the drawer containing the documents and made my way as swiftly and quietly as I could through the room of books, the dust was tickling my nostrils, but I knew I couldn't sneeze or cough if I didn't want to be caught. And I would be damned if I was.The last time I was in a situation like this in Mac's house, Lucas had been in the scene and he had somehow managed to save both of us from being caught. How he did it was still a mystery to date but it didn't help my awareness that no one was going to save me from being caught today. And what kind of mate sneaks around in a house that isn't hers, especially one mated to a devilish person like Mac? This was an act that was unforgettable. I ran out through the door and was grateful when it's lock soft clicked behind me. Outside I could hear the mini rain pouring in the room more loudly and it confirmed that the doors in this mansion are not soundproof, at least not all of them anyway. Another thing t
I froze on my feet as the voice washed all through my body. It wasn't Mac and it definitely wasn't Mr Ashen, so who was it? It sounded old and even female, I was stuck between my curiosity and flight and just when I decided that flight would be the logical and best thing to do in a situation like this, I heard her call again in a groggy voice "Samantha, is that you?"Once more I was frozen and unable to reason or do anything, if I ran out of the room right now I had no idea if she would follow me, or if she could command a search or raid with as brief as a snap of her finger and who the hell was Samantha? I took an involuntary step back, maybe if I make my departure slow and clumsy then she won't catch it, if I took baby steps and all before getting to the door then maybe I could escape this somehow. "Samantha dear, are you the one?" She asked again, and this time it seemed like the voice was getting closer. "Oh dear, it seems I am getting too old and my eyes are beginning to play
Once more my feet were stuck in a dilemma of race or stay, I staggered back as I looked around me for confirmation of the things that were happening. It was a wild unbelievable thing. She was awake and agile merely seconds ago, yet all I had to do was to look away for the briefest second before her eyes shut in sleep and her face transformed magically into a younger version. It felt like a fairytale.The amazing thing was that despite the fact that the older face was long gone, I could tell it was still the same person from before, her slender hands were still atop the duvet and her small smile still clung to her lips. I wondered if the whole thing was merely an imagination or something I dreamed up, because I wasn't sure how possible it was for something like that to occur, so many weird things kept happening and I didn't know what to attribute them to or even how to understand it. Before I could get lost in my thoughts, the small bedstand lamp beside her went off quickly as if i