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“No, I-I’m seeing things. I’m… hallucinating… Yes, h-hallucinating. I’m hallucinating. Or I’m dreaming or running mad.” Layla stuttered as she stumbled back and pressed against the door.Alaric was standing in front of her with a bright, gentle smile on his face. No, it had to be a dream.“You’re not hallucinating, Layla.” Alaric said as he approached her. “It’s not a dream. You’re not running mad. I’m truly here.”“How? Y-you’re with the parliamentarians. They trust you. You’re literally there eyes and ears. H-how… How are you here?” She asked, gaping at him as he stopped just a few inches away from her. His icy, coppery scent filled her nose, dulling the pain in her heart.“It’s quite obvious, Layla. I’m a spy. I work and was always working with the rebels.” He whispered, placing his hand on her cheek and stroked it. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much.”She jumped on him, throwing her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a tight hug.“I’ve missed you too. I missed you so
“What?” Layla gasped, dropping her hand from his face. He killed the former moon child?!“I told you you would hate me.” Alaric sighed as he stood up and walked to one of the paintings on the wall. “But it’s true. I killed the previous moon child, the one before you, and betrayed my best friend.”“H-how?” She whispered, clutching her skirt.“Ashton was my childhood best friend. We both got into Nox-Luminis as elite students, graduated, and even explored the human world together. When we returned to this world for a break and to be given our duke title, he suddenly began to act… strange. Distant. Like he was hiding something.” He explained, running his hand on the edge of the painting. It was that of a boat in the middle of a calm sea on a beautiful sunny day, a stark contrast to the current mood in the room.“After months of probing and grilling him for his behaviour, he decided to confide in me. He took me to the rebel base, showed me the moon child, Nyx, and revealed that he was her
“No,” Layla objected, standing up from the couch, and Alaric’s head snapped up.“No?” He blinked, scrunching his brows. “What do you mean by no?”“No, means no. I don’t hate you.” She replied as she walked towards him.“D-didn’t you hear what I said? I killed the moon child, Layla. I killed your predecessor.” He frowned, taking a step back for every one she took forward.“Yes, I heard that. I heard everything.” She said softly as she still made her way to him. His back hit the painting behind him, and she wrapped her arms over his neck, trapping him between the wall and her body.“L-layla? What are—”“You made a decision, Alaric. A horrible terrible decision that cost you the lives of innocent people, including your best friend and my predecessor.” She stated, and he winced.“You don’t have to condemn me, Layla. I know what I did was horrible—”“Let me finish.” She hushed and placed a finger across his lips, silencing him. “You might have done those horrible things, but your intent wa
“Chaos, disorder, disorder, and the likes.” Alaric shrugged as he pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. “The entire stadium was thrown into pandemonium the moment Eleanor took you away. I’ve never seen such a panicked crowd. It was quite jarring.”“What did the parliamentarians say? What did they do?” Layla asked as she walked back to the couch and sat on it.“They—”*Knock knock*“Who is it?” Layla asked, staring at the door.“It’s me and Pyro. Are you done talking? Can we come in?” Eleanor replied from the other side.“Yeah, come in.” She said, and the door swung open.“I hope we aren’t intruding on any private moment.” Eleanor asked as she and Pyro walked into the room. Her eyes fell on Alaric, and they narrowed. “Are you alright? Your eyes seem sort of puffy.”“Yes, I’m fine. I just got a little dust in one of them.” He coughed into his hand as he walked to Layla.“And no, you weren’t intruding on any private moment. We were just talking about the state o
"Layla—" "You don't have to interact with him if you don't want to; you can just check up on him from afar. I just want to know how he's doing. Please." Layla begged, clasping her hands together in front of her. "Please, I'm just worried about him. Please, can you help me." She was dying to know how Zayne was doing. He had called out to her when she was leaving, but she hadn't seen him. Even though they hadn't parted on good terms, she just wanted to be sure he was taking her disappearance well. A part of her hated that she had shunned him away all the times he tried to see her. He had to apologise, and she didn't even answer him. She just pretended he wasn't there while she balled her eyes out. She couldn't blame herself for ignoring him. The pain still lingered in her. Her dreams were still plagued by what happened that day. But it didn't mean she didn't care for him. If Zayne had really meant the apology, then he would be at least a little bit heartbroken that she left. She
“What does the letter say? Eleanor asked, sitting beside Layla on her bed.“Here, read it yourself.” She sighed, handing her the letter and sprawling herself on the bed. When she had asked Alaric to find out what Zayne was doing, she never expected that.“Oh. Oh.” Eleanor muttered as she read the content. “This is bad.”“I really hope Alaric is exaggerating, but we know he isn’t. Zayne is worse than I thought. Far worse. I didn’t know leaving him would make him turn out this way.” Layla whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as her brain replayed the last time he said her name. “I expected him to be mad and a bit worried about me since I was supposedly with the enemies, but I had underestimated the degree.”“It’s quite understandable, though. If I was kidnapped by the parliamentarians, Pyro would burn the world while trying to rescue me. The protector bond is quite strong. Especially when they have met.” Eleanor said, folding the letter and setting it on the side table.“Zayne isn’t just
“Layla.”Layla groaned, turning to her other side and snuggling deeper into her duvet.“Wake up.”“L-leave me alone,” she frowned, pulling the duvet over her head. She was tired. Pyro had trained her until she could no longer feel anything other than pain. All she wanted to do was sleep, and whoever was tapping her and calling her name was getting on her nerves.“Layla, wake up.”“Uh? What?” She grumbled, opening her eyes. Eleanor was sitting at the edge of her bed with a grimace on her face.“Yes? Is anything wrong?” She yawned, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. “What’s the time anyway?”“It’s few minutes past two. I’m sorry for waking you up, but we have a situation.” Eleanor said.“A situation? What’s happening? Did the parliamentarians find us?” Layla gasped, all traces of sleep wiped from her eyes, and she sat up straight.She had spent almost two months in the bases of the rebels, and though everyone had been telling her the rebels didn’t know where they were, she st
"Know what?" Zayne asked, scrunching his brows."That you're my protector? If you had said just mates, it would have been fine, but protector?! How did you know that? I never once mentioned that to you?" Layla queried, dropping her hand from his face and trying to take a step back, but his hand on the small of her back stopped her."In fact, how did you find me? How did you get here?""Sylvan did." He replied, and her eyes widened. "Sylvan?! How? Why did he tell you?"Why would Sylvan bring him to their base? Wasn't he afraid that Zayne would snitch?"Because I wanted to see you. I needed to see you.""But how were you able to know that he was part of the rebels? Did he tell you? Did you find out he was a spy? Did you force him to take you to me? Please tell me you didn't threaten to report him to the parliamentarians." Layla fretted, trying not to imagine the worse.'I hope he didn't find out and threaten Sylvan. It would be really really bad if he did. No wonder Eleanor was worried