~Elijah~
“You have been warned.” I could practically hear Jace’s smug voice in my head as I watched Rory step inside her parent’s home.
Sadly, I can’t even argue with him. Nolani and Henry, who swore to serve me for eternity, sided with Jace when we were planning this night.
I had word from my spy that Greco recently learned of Jace and Paul’s existence and aims to capture one of the twins. Jace would die first before bowing to the dark king, leaving Paul a defenseless prey for Greco’s spy and Tauri.
Henry was still digging deeper into how Paul was given to the Lewis family. The Lewis’ had been one of the founding residents of Salvatore Hills. I came across a few of that family’s ancestors. Through time, they’ve
~Rory~ Lilacs. It hit me like a wind brought by a super typhoon. Someone was watching me from the couch. I couldn’t see in the dark, but like Elijah said, I don’t need my eyes to see what’s around me. A strong current in the air, like static energy, flickers in the dark. Two other individuals are inside this house. One stood right across from me where mom’s beige couch sat, and one was upstairs, right inside my room. The one downstairs wears the static energy. It’s my dad, or who he should be based on his scent and his silhouette that’s becoming visible as my eyes adjust to the darkness. The other’s essence, the one upstairs, glows like a bulb with a day’s life left on it. Fear had my heart galloping wildly inside my che
~Elijah~I should’ve met with Rory’s parents before I started dating her. I’ve seen them from a distance yet felt and saw nothing out of the ordinary. After Rory moved to Salvatore Hills, Tauri must have cloaked himself as Loren Grayson, but the spy… it’s another question I couldn’t put out of my head. How did I not feel his essence or his energy? There were only a few individuals powerful enough to hide from me, and most of them lived inside the castle, never setting foot in the human world.“Where is Loren Grayson?” Nolani asked. Inside the cell was another cage made of steel from the fae world. It was specially made to hold supernatural beings inside. There was a spell binding the cage together, restraining whoever was inside from using any kind of magic. It was once used to hold the untamed wolf spirit warrio
Hi loves, How are you doing these days? I won't be able to update the story today. A lot is going on in my personal life these days. One is that I'm moving out of my current residence, which is taking too much of my time and energy. I apologize for the delay, but I aim to finish Elijah and Rory's story this month. If not, the longest would be the first week of May. Thank you for understanding. x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x4.19.22
~Rory~I agreed to Andrew’s bargain - it felt strange to address him as my father anymore. Even trusting his words was formidable.He understood my inhibitions.He put the barrier around the house down so Ali could walk through. I watched Ali take Tala’s limp human body out of my room. We exchanged a few words, and I told him I’d be fine, to tell Elijah I could handle myself, and this was my way of fulfilling my promise to Tala.Ali was hesitant to leave me behind, but Tala’s essence was fading fast. She looked like the woman in my dream, but in her worse state. Her eyes were half-open; green eyes were like leaves deprived of sunlight for weeks, drained of their natural glow. Her skin was wilted from being soaked in water for a long time. I rememb
~Rory~There was no reason for me to feel any kind of resentment for Elijah about his past. He was two thousand years ahead of me. He didn’t spend it waiting for me as much as I didn’t spend my twenty-four years waiting for him to come and sweep me off of my feet. Yet I can’t push aside the pang of seeing him reach for another woman’s waist with my naked eyes.They disappeared through the crowd. Elijah took the woman to the narrow path on the side of the street.This is probably what Andrew aimed at taking me back in time, to break whatever bond Elijah and I have by toying with my emotions. Rationally, I shouldn’t follow Elijah. I shouldn’t subject myself to more jealousy when I know in my heart that Elijah loves me wholeheartedly. My feet had a mind of their own, though.
~Rory~The rational thing to do was step away from the things causing us pain. Yet I choose to stay and wait with Henry.The bitterness in my chest was comparable to drinking kale juice. But I fought the urge to run.There was a reason Andrew wanted me to see this, and I wanted to know what it was, no matter how painful it might be. Also, I kept in mind that this was Elijah’s past; I am his present and his future. If Andrew aims to break us apart or persuade me to change what I feel for Elijah, he must do more than this stunt.When Elijah stepped out of the house, he patted Henry’s shoulder, who merely rolled his eyes in return.“I’m busy,” Elijah murmured, running his fingers through his hair, l
~Rory~My eyes filled, my chest ached, and my head spun from all the things happening around me. How could this be possible?Weak on the knees, I leaned my back on the closed door for support.“The mate bond is absolute, Eli,” she replied, eyes brimming with mist. “In this world, it is. But there are ways to sever our bond.”Burned by her words, Elijah dropped his hand to his side, staring at Agata as if she said the world would come to an end tomorrow. “In this world?” he repeated. “You mean one of us has to die? Is that it?”She nodded a yes; a tear rolled down her cheek as she lowered her gaze to his chest. I understand why she can’t look him in the eyes. His pain was o
~Elijah~Leaving Henry to watch over Tauri, Nolani and I went back to Grayson’s residence to get Rory and Alipato out of there.I was ready to tear that house down, prepared to end anyone who would stand against the woman I love and me, but when we got there, Rory was already stepping out of the door. Physically, she was unharmed. However, when our eyes locked, I knew for a fact that something had changed within her. I can’t put a finger on it yet, and I’m unsure if I want to see the depth of this change in her.“Hey.” I stepped onto the threshold, meeting her midway through the porch.She smiled, weary and willful. Despite this, she allowed me to gather her in my arms, murmuring a weak “hi,” against my chest, looping her arms we