Angelina’s POVI have no problem going back to sleep right away.Even though Lucas kept confusing me every time I talked to him, I tried to push him out of my head very hard, convincing myself that I won’t have to think about him at all in three more days, hopefully.With a full stomach, a satisfied throat, and a very comforting warmth next to me, I slept soundly until the morning.I woke up to very bright light coming through the windows.I turned around from my side, expecting to see Ms. Snow beside me, but much to my surprise, I was alone on the bed, alone in the whole room for that matter.I didn’t have a watch on my wrist and there was no clock to tell the time from.I stayed lying there for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to think how the hell I’m going to manage my lonely, ruined life now.I can’t ever go back to Seattle. Just like I can’t ever go back to that apartment.I was ninety percent sure they took care of her… body. They wouldn’t leave her in the house
Lucas’s POV“Good morning” my mom said tenderly as she walked inside the dining room, with Angelina walking behind her.I found myself checking her out instantly, taking note of every single detail. Like how her hair was still that messy, wild, jumble of curls around her head from yesterday. It really suited her, that wild look. And how she was still wearing the same white pants and sweater that belonged to my sister. It also suited her more than April. And finally, my heart tugged at me when I looked at her eyes; which were looking everywhere but at me, that had those fading red traces in them. She was definitely crying before she came here.I looked at my mom and saw her teary eyes as well, a lot less noticeable than Angelina’s, and I wondered what went on between them in that room.I had a small guess, My mom being her kind self must have tried to make her feel at home and told her that she was probably safe here. And for some odd reason, Angelina carried a look of shame or guilt i
Lucas’s POVThe guys heard everything I said and were prepared to take him right away.They booked the first flight back to Fairbanks; which was taking off in an hour, and were already waiting at the airport there. I instructed them not to answer any question he asks at all.They alerted me to something that made my paranoia crack open to a maximum level. The ID he had and used to book the flight with didn’t have the name Ben Collins, but James Sandler. He explained himself by saying it was a fake ID because he has a lot of enemies looking for him.It made sense, but it still didn’t sit right with me all the way.I asked Dan to snap a clear headshot of him without raising his attention and send it to me.I looked at the photo, inspecting it thoroughly, looking for any sort of resemblance to Angelina, but there were no similarities.I sent it to the sheriff of our town, Charlie Dawson. While Charlie is not a Snow, he is very loyal to us and does everything we ask of him because he know
Lucas’s POVAfter spending sometime confined to my room, mulling over Alex’s words in my head, I decided to avoid that headache for later, and got out of my room to go hang out with David or my sister.My guys were already on the plane, headed to Fairbanks.They’re still a few hours away from meeting us here.As my steps neared the stairs, I heard painful whimpers coming from Angelina’s room and I froze before I took my fist step down the stairs.My head turned towards the direction of her room, contemplating whether to ignore those sounds or go inside to investigate.God, was she having another one of those episodes again?Then I heard it loud and clear, her sounds of distress shooting right through my heart, making my legs move towards her room on their fucking own.“Please! Don’t kill her! Please! Stop please!”I walk inside and find her thrashing in bed, her tears falling down through her closed eyes.She was having another nightmare about her mom’s murder.I go over to her and my
Angelina’s POVIt was a pretty stupid decision to decide to take a walk alone with Lucas, in his own freaking territory.He could have some kind of hidden motive behind this mysterious generosity that came out of no where for me, no he definitely has a motive. And I was falling right into his trap right now as I descended down the stairs towards the front door where he was waiting for me.He’s probably about to grill me about my nightmare. Alone, where no one can stand in his way if he decided to act on his promise to punish me when I start lying to him again.Gosh how could my subconscious betray me like that? Doesn’t it know how dangerous it is to let my mouth loose in this house!And what the hell is wrong with me agreeing to walk with him as if he wasn’t the freaking devil in a sexy meat suit?But I’m not entirely helpless now. I’m not still traumatized. Ok I’m still a little traumatized, but I’m not entirely paralyzed by fear anymore. I’m not bound. I’m not hungry or thirsty or d
Lucas’s POV I practically saw her invisible walls snap up to a towering height inside her as soon as I was done with my little suggestion. She whipped her head forward and a composed tamed expression replaced all her curiosity. “Unless you’re afraid of my questions or you’re afraid of me catching you in another lie again” I said under my breath, but loud enough for her to get provoked by my intended words to her. “I’m not afraid, I’m just not interested in giving you any sort of answers that you don’t deserve knowing about and most importantly, answers I’m not willing to give to you even if my life depended on it” she said rigidly without looking at me. Liar. You’re afraid as fuck. “Another lie right there. Stop lying Merida, it will only get you in more trouble with me” I taunted her darkly. She stopped in her tracks and looked at me in a mixture of anger and hurt “Stop threatening me Lucas. If you’re going to do something, just fucking do it. Don’t throw words at me just to s
Lucas’s POVWhy was she asking about this?Shouldn’t she know how Zade got involved with us?Didn’t she know that she started all this? That it was all to get her across the border safely and secretly from Zade’s other enemies?Was she playing me again? Acting like she doesn’t know anything just to show her false innocence?“But you know what he did to my family already, don’t you?” I asked her coldly.She cast her eyes down before she said tightly “The men I was with….they said… he killed your father, brother, and his wife. But I don’t know why he did any of that”I scrutinized her face while she continued to keep her eyes down at the snow.I couldn’t tell if she was being honest or not and it bothered me.But still, I decided to play dumb and go along with her.“At first, he wanted to strike a deal with my father. But when my father learned what kind of product he wants to ship through our borders, he told him to take another way that is far away from our town” I said firmly.She lo
Angelina’s POVI race towards my room and barely have time to shut the door behind me before I collapse against the wall opposite it, Lucas’s words gutting my heart to shreds, my sobs tearing me apart as they repeat through my mind in an endless loop.‘You had everything to do with what fucking happened! It all happened to get you across the border, to smuggle you through our town without anyone knowing’Zade killed three people, three people that brought light and joy into this house. Three people that took everything good with them and left this family in ruins behind them.And it all happened because of me, because of my existence.It all happened to allow Zade to claim me like I was a stolen item.Not in a million years did I envision myself causing someone any kind of pain. Even though I carry my father’s genes in me, a fact that makes my skin crawl and my blood to boil in my veins every time I think about it, I always believed it in my heart that my mother’s genes are the more d