Almara’s POV I sit motionless for a moment, waiting for Arthur to tell me he’s joking or that he has some other idea that doesn’t involve him leaving. I absent-mindedly stroke Grace’s hair. “Go.” Arthur commands. I expect to feel a sharp pain in my heart at his cold tone, but instead all that spreads throughout my body is this dead weight numbness. I somehow manage getting to my feet. Though my heart still feels numb, a dull throbbing
Arthur’s POV I climb my way out of Noah’s dungeon. I take in a deep breath of fresh air and only for a moment are my senses cleared. The fresh scent of pine from the trees replaces the smell of metallic blood clogging my nostrils.I shake my head in hopes to clear my vision, but the sun is throwing off my focus. I can’t seem to see straight and my skin is prickling beneath the warm rays, as if overly aware of each sun beam.The more I stand still the more I bec
Robert’s POV The awkward silence is becoming intense. Almara hasn’t said a word since she’s gotten in the car, even the baby seems to taking a dislike to me.“Sorry I don’t have a car seat for her, I wasn’t really . . .expecting there to be a baby.” I say trying to listen the mood, which my comment does anything but that. Almara pulls her daughter protectively close to her chest.“She’s fine right here.” Almara remarks.
Almara’s POVRobert and I step inside the luxurious space of what I used to consider a mansion has now never felt more like home. I exhale a sigh of relief and want nothing more than to take a hot shower and curl on my bed with Grace beside me.The only thing that would complete that cozy image is if Arthur could be here to spoon behind me. Alas, him not being here while Robert is, is the very reason I can’t go off and recuperate in the safety of my own home.I turn to
Robert’s PovI take a seat on the front porch rocking chair. I sink back and the chair swings with my weight. I let the rhythm of the sways carry me further away in my day dreams. I gaze out into the rolling hills and wonder what it would have been like to grow up here.I chuckle as I recall the old-timey saying the sky’s the limit. That’s only true for alpha’s like Arthur, not forgotten throwaways like me. Where I grew up, the sky was only something for me to shout at. It’s peaceful out here. There’s no lingering echoes of screams
Almara’s POVOnce the routes for searches have been established, I jump to my feet ready to spring to action.Roman and his brother, Jack, are going to comb through the executive buildings for the sports equipment. Apparently, as a child Arthur used to love visiting the empowering glass buildings and relish in his father’s fortune. Roman thinks his son is revisiting those fond memories.Cecilia and Elenor are going to ask around at popular clubs, surely someone would recognize the A
Almara’s POVNot knowing where to go, I head to the only place I feel safe. Bess’s house. Technically this is on my search party route. Bess’s house is a nostalgic place for both me and Arthur.I knock on Bess’s rounded white door and hear feet shuffling about inside. I take a step back and feel the warmth of Bess’s cottage-like home welcome be as she opens the door.“Oh, goodness dear. Come in. Come in.” Bess urges me inside. I didn’t even have t
Almara’s POVI offer to drive, but Bess insists I really ought to be in bedrest. I did just give birth after all. I don’t tell her I offered to drive not out of kindness, but because the adrenaline of seeing Arthur is making me jitter with nerves, and I don’t think I can sit still in the passenger seat.Still, there’s no arguing with Bess once her mind is made up. We buckle into her RX061924 model car, which for Bess’s homely and modest appearance for where she lives, this car is wildly out of place. This is the newest sports model car with the f