Laura’s POVBrandon didn’t communicate.His eyes were closed.His body was lifeless under my fingers.I pressed my forehead to his chest, shaking all over. I struggled to breathe slightly.“Please,” I whispered. “Please don’t leave me. Please don’t die.”His blood was everywhere.On my arms.On my face.In my mouth.I didn’t care.I just wanted him to wake up.Damien knelt beside me, seeking to assist Evelyn stop the bleeding. But nothing worked.The sword had long passed deep.Too deep.“His pulse is fading,” Evelyn said, her voice tight. “We need to do the binding.”“W
Brandon’s POVI couldn’t sleep.Not after that man touched her.Not after he smiled as he knew her like he owned the nighttime.I stood by the window, staring into the darkishtimber outside the secure residence. My arms were clenched. My enamel is tight.I should still hear his voice. Whispering her call like a curse.Laura.He now was not purported to locate her.He was no longer supposed to be that near.And now, the entirety has changed.Behind me, I heard soft footsteps. I didn’t flip. I already knew it had become random,” Laura stated in a quiet voice.I didn’t talk.She moved closer and stood beside me. Her arm brushed mine. I ought to experience her warmth. Her breath.“You’re irritated.”“I’m more than indignant.”She looked up at me. “Are you irritated at me?”
Laura’s POVThe training started the day after today.I stood in the middle of the field, the wind tugging at my hair, the solar burning down. Brandon stood in front of me, his palms folded, his eyes sharp however hot.“Again,” he said, tossing me the timber dagger.My arms fumbled. The dagger dropped.I picked it up, respiration was difficult.“I’m not robust enough,” I whispered.He walked nearer, gently lifting my chin.“You don’t have to be sturdy these days. You just have to show up.”He stepped lower back. “Now again. This time, consciousness.”I charged forward, yelling, looking to swing the dagger the way he taught me.But he moved rapidly. Too rapid.Before I blinked, he twisted in the back of me, his hands wrapping around my waist. He whispered in opposition to my ear, “You’re main with anger, no longer purpose.”I ought to feel his breath. My coronary heart raced—now not simply from schooling.I turned to face him, panting. “Then what ought to I lead with?”“Balance. Patien
Laura’s POVI didn’t sleep all night.My eyes have been open, looking at the ceiling, my thoughts complete with questions.Was my mom surely from a royal bloodline?Was my father in reality a warrior prince?Why didn’t I realize this stuff before?Evelyn’s words kept ringing in my ears.She said I had magic in my blood. She stated my mother and father had enemies. She stated humans were still hunting me.I couldn’t breathe after I thought about it. It became too much. Too heavy.But one thing changed cleanly—I wanted solutions.When the sun came up, I left my room quietly and walked into the woods behind the residence. I needed space. I needed to think.Birds have been making a song. The air was cool. Leaves danced under my feet as I walked. I stopped near a small river and sat on a rock.I looked at my mirrored image inside the water.“Who are you, Laura?” I whispered.A tear slid down my cheek.For goodbye, I thought I turned into just a woman who had suffered too much. A female wit
Laura's POVThe kiss continues to remain on my lips. My heart is beating so quickly, I feel as if it might jump out of my chest. Brandon's eyes are fixed on me, and for the first time in a while, I experienced a gentle feeling. Secure. Hot. He takes my hair back with his fingers and places his forehead against mine. Neither of us speaks a word. The quiet feels like an embrace. An extremely silent one. I wish for it to continue. However, naturally, nothing lovely endures indefinitely. A strong growl emanates from within the house. My body flinches in terror, and I grab Brandon’s arm. He rises swiftly, his gaze keen and attentive. "That's Damien," he whispers. Damien? He’s the fighter with the mark on his face. The person who does not smile. Brandon extends his hand to me, and I grasp it. His hands feel warm. Powerful. He lifts me off the bench and keeps me close to him as we hurry into the house. The moment we enter, the atmosphere seems heavy. Weighty. I sense the pressure in
Laura's POVI sluggishly step into the garden and join Brandon on the bench outside. The cool breeze pulls my hair sideways but also sends a feeling of comfort. I turn to gaze at Brandon, he has a small smile plastered on his face. "Are you okay?" I ask.I watch Brandon shake his head in disagreement. I sigh heavily and my next actions take him off guard, I pull him into my arms and caress his hair softly. "I know I should not be doing this because your Luna will probably hack my head off if she catches me," I say jokingly and fortunately, I feel Brandon's body vibrate and his laughter echoes."You will be fine, I know you very well. You are a strong man." I mutter as we slowly pull apart. I release a small sigh, suddenly yearning to have him in my arms again. My feelings for Brandon are strong, way too strong to be resisted. I smile at him even though I am afraid, I need to be strong for him."You do not have to pretend to be okay Laura, be like me