Unlike the Avia that I was used to seeing, the one in this world was grim-faced. It looked like she forgot to smile a long time ago.
Marcus's father also joined us for dinner. He was not happy at all about seeing me next to Marcus. Did he not know that we were faking it?
Marcus, on the other hand, was great at pretending. The minute we came into his grandma's view, he released the painful grip on my arm and placed his hand on my waist gently.
"Such a cute face. She's beautiful," she beamed at me. "You carry yourself very well in our clothes."
He pulled me closer before pulling a chair for me to sit. Whenever he looked at me or came so close to me, my pulse rushed and I went breathless. It was like falling for him all over again.
Avia grilled me by asking several questions about where and how I met him, why I liked him, and if I am not bothered by his ruthless nature.
Most of the questions she asked were already on
It was one of the strength training days of the week for us. And it was also the last day of week two in this world. The sky was the deepest, brightest blue; probably considered a beautiful day under different circumstances.Marcus has been avoiding me as much as possible, and I was getting anxious about the consequences of spending the last of the three weeks aimlessly. I had the habit of doing school assignments at the last minute, but usually, I at least had a vague idea about what to do and how to do it. This live assignment which involved surviving in such a shitty world was a task in itself. What could I possibly achieve in this remaining one week?I was doing a primitive version of track and field when I saw Devin approaching me quietly. He passed by me, running back and forth a few times to convey a message."Tonight, after dinner, be close to the kitchen garden."He sprinted across the grass field for a couple of minutes before passin
If only I had a couple more minutes to find the portal before getting caught. But where did the portal lead to? Chicago? Or to a different place?My mind was in a mess as Marcus circled around me on his horse, waiting for my next move. I was in no state to move. My ankle was throbbing with pain, and I was too frustrated about coming this close to finding the portal and not knowing where it was.Marcus leaned down, wrapped his arm around my waist, and picked me up to sit in front of him sideways.I was way too familiar with this situation. The only difference was that now it made total sense. My Marcus is so sweet that it's impossible to imagine him chasing me through a forest at night.It also made sense why I wanted to touch him and run away from him at the same time. I couldn't resist the temptation to run my hand over his face. He looked so sexy when mad.But saying that he was mad at me would be an understatement. I was too scared t
They say it's very hard to love something that doesn't need you. But it was harder to stop loving the ruthless version of Marcus, even if he didn't want me.He avoided me at all costs for the rest of the afternoon. He said I had to stay in my room until my ankle healed completely. It would save me from all the back-breaking work for sure, but how was I ever going to get another chance to sneak out of the fortress then?I considered telling him about it, asking him to take me to the cave himself. That was the easiest and safest way. I walked to the training grounds, wondering if he was over there."Where do you think you are going?" Logan stopped me."I am looking for the Legatus.""And why would he want to meet you?""He would very much want to, and that's why I am looking for him.""Get back to wherever you are supposed to be. You don't own this place, so stop walking around as if you do."Huh!"I will go back, just tel
Something inside me had snapped. His words delivered such painful blows that feelings of hopelessness engulfed me; hopelessness about now and forever.I pushed my way out of the kitchen, with a dozen servants watching the drama. Selma followed me to the room, but I didn't want to talk to anyone for as long as possible. I closed the door and locked it, pretending to not see her.What just happened? How I wished this was one nightmare while under sedation.I locked myself in for the next two days, not caring about Marcus or breaking the curse. Nothing mattered anymore.I knew I shouldn't feel so devastated. We didn't share the soulmate bond. I wouldn't even be here two days from now. It was like getting mad at my Marcus for something Damen did like when he lied to Nyneve. The sorceress said 'about' three weeks. I hoped each day that it was the last day.I guess I already blew up my chance to find the portal and do something meaningful. Ma
I wanted to feel anger or indifference. I just wanted to cry my heart out while in his arms."Please don't leave me," he said.I was so determined to leave until this moment. But now I was wondering if I should leave it for Allena to decide. She knows what has been going on so far, and unlike me, she may already know what she wants. I did not have the heart to say no to him. I also did not have much time left with him.After a long and tight hug, he released me from his arms. I saw him look vulnerable for the first time."I am still learning to love, and I will probably never learn to live without you. Please, stay."His words made me cry more. They also had me realize that I could not leave him in the lurch. What if I forgive him today and Allena tells him to fuck off tomorrow?"I have to tell you something, something very important.""Oh yeah? Me too.""Um... What I have to say is not easy to explain. When I show you so
Alternate World TwoMarcus's POVI struggled to focus on what was important. Things were a mess in Chicago, and I was clueless as to what exactly was going on.Thankfully, the Druid from here was very cooperative. He looked almost a decade younger than the other Druid. I was wary about giving him all the details at once and freaking him out. He was already quite panicked that I knew his time traveler secret.But once I talked to him long enough explaining my situation, and when I told him that an older version of him existed, he was all up for helping and meeting his older self. He wanted to know what he had done differently so far in the parallel universe, and all the adventures he went on.The older Druid definitely went back further in time or lived longer in the past to have aged so much more. This younger Druid was particularly excited about portals to the alternate world, which I had no idea even existed. If they did, it w
Alternate World TwoAllena's POV"I think he suffers from a personality disorder," I told my mother."That won't stop this wedding. Stop making stories up and look down so that she can do your hair well.""It's true! I know no one would believe me if I told them. He has three different personalities, all different from one another.""And what are these?" Selma asked.She thinks I was already so into him already that his hot and cold behavior was bothering me."The first one is the arrogant jerk who is madly in love with Laelia and doesn't give two shits about me."It was my mother's turn to look amused."Does this girlfriend really exist? Or did you make this story up as well? Where is she? I expected her to dress up better than you and taunt you already. That's the kind of impression you gave me about this imaginary woman.""He must have sent her away somewhere when he got possessed by that second personality of
After the wedding feast, Marcus was beginning to look distracted and stressed again. His eyes wandered around, searching for someone. Who else would he be looking for?"Are you looking for Laelia?"I couldn't hide the anger out of my voice.He made me feel so special that I forgot all about her existence until now."Laelia is not here," he said"Was she not invited? Or did she not want to come?"If I had to attend my boyfriend's wedding, I would probably be a crying mess.He looked at me with amusement."Why do you care?""I don't care. I will take it as an insult though if you stare at her while I am in your arms."He stroked my cheek, setting it on fire, "How can I stare at anyone else?"I was at a loss for words. I should be feeling ashamed of myself. I made such overconfident claims, even said to Marcus many times, that I loved Neill. Here I was, dying to hear such cheesy words from him.Ev