~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
~Elijah~It was midday. The sun was up, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted in the air as I stepped out of my office.In the kitchen, Rory stood in front of the coffee machine, gazing at the glass window facing the Vitale estate forest. She still had my shirt on. She liked wearing my shirt in her sleep. It looks like an oversized shirt on her.“Hey.” I shrouded my arms around her from behind, burying my face in her hair.She turned, curled her arms around my shoulder, and planted her lips on mine. It was a gentle kiss, one that we always share every morning.“Hi.” She smiled. The familiar glint in her eyes was back.My eyes traipse across her face
~Elijah~After cleaning up, I fed Rory a late lunch of ramen, her request. As I watch her finish her food, I dread asking her what truly happened last night, but we have to talk about a lot of things, including Tauri, and about her mom.“You can ask me,” Rory said, without lifting her gaze from the steaming bowl of noodles. We sat across from each other at the breakfast bar. I had a cup of untouched coffee in front of me while he sipped her orange juice. “I killed him. Start from there.”I reached for my cup of coffee, took a sip, and laid out my questions. I don’t follow whatever script I’ve written before. Her love for me didn’t change; I’m sure of that.“How did you know who he really was? The magic he used was a s
~Rory~Dark clouds loomed over Salvatore Hills. It was an ordinary day, gloomy and melancholy. It’s as if the sky was also mourning my death.Concealed in the tree line bordering Salvatore Hills cemetery, Elijah tightened his hold on my hand.“My love.”I threw him a sideways glance, smiling. “I’m good, Elijah.”He kept asking me how I’ve been doing since yesterday, worried about how his plans would affect me. Staging my death was the easy part; staying dead was the hardest.With my heightened senses, it breaks my heart to see my friends cry while surrounding a casket with a Jane Doe’s body in it. Elijah used his persuasion abilities
~Rory~“Stop staring at me like that,” I groaned, keeping my eyes focused on Elijah’s private jet window.Yes. He has his private jet, not one, but two. It shouldn’t surprise me anymore. He lived a longer life than most people. He had a lot of spare time to make money. Being the supernatural being that he is, with his abilities, he could’ve just taken advantage of every situation presented to him, but he didn’t. Elijah actually owns legal businesses with employees and all.He uses different names, of course, but still, his honesty is refreshing. And the fact that he was never boastful about it only adds to my admiration for him.He looked away, sipping his glass of whiskey.We are seated si
~Rory~Elijah draped an arm over my shoulder, tucking me on his side, preventing me from attacking Iz.Iz raised a perfectly plucked brow, but I kept my hard gaze on her, waiting for her to mumble a smartass remark.My eyes were glowing. I could feel the rage coursing through my veins. This must be the side effect of whatever Agata did to me. I have very little control over my emotions these days, which is so unlike me.“What room are they keeping Loren?” Elijah threw a question at Iz.“Room 11,” she said, tipping her head to the elevator hoistway. “Alfonso instructed all guests to be placed at level 5.”Elijah’s body went rigid. “He
~Rory~Obviously, the in-and-out plan is not plausible because of my miscalculation. Jumping back up where we came from was not possible anymore.We are four floors underground, and each level is swarming with vampires hungry for our blood.Looking up, the elevator hoistway door opened one by one. My bullet greeted each head that peeked into the opening. One bullet, one head.Elijah fought the vampires who emerged from the fourth level in hand to hand combat. When he was done, he pulled the gun from my waistband and started firing. If I foresaw this from happening, I would’ve brought the assault rifle I stockpiled for killing vampires and werewolves.I cursed as my beretta’s hammer hit its last bullet.