Chapter 15, Breakfast with the Devil Autumn's Viewpoint The night was unending. A feverish dream. I slipped in and out of consciousness, stuck between blazing heat and cold chills. Mrs. Potts' incense gave the room a strong, suffocating fragrance. It hid my heat, she'd added. I kept my secret safe. But it couldn't stop the dreams. Kavan's face. Twisted with disgust. There was hatred in his eyes. Mathias' hands. Possessive. Claiming what was not his. A child. Growing within me. A ticking time bomb. When dawn arrived, I was unsure whether I had slept at all. My eyeballs felt dirty. My head hammered. Each muscle ached. Mrs. Potts rushed in, pulling open the curtains. Sunlight pierced my eyes. I groaned. "Up and at 'em, miss," she called. "There's no time to spend. "His Lordship will be expecting you." I blinked at her. I tried to make sense of her words despite the fuzz in my brain. A sudden knock at the door startled us both. Sarah, the maid from last night, stuck her head in.
Kavan POVMy boots made loud noises on the marble floors as I stormed out of the dining room in anger. The taste of anger lingered in my mouth, bitter and sharp. I ascended the staircase, skipping two steps each time, with my fists clenched tightly by my body. The portraits of my ancestors watched me closely as I passed by, silently judging. I was indifferent. Allow them to make a judgment. They had passed away, and I was still living.When I walked into my room, it was dim and chilly. I turned on the lights and went to the wardrobe, pulling open the doors with excessive force. The scent of cedar and leather filled my nasal passages. I took out a fresh white shirt and black pants, throwing them onto the bed.There was a sound of knocking at the door. I was unable to reply before it opened suddenly. I turned quickly, with a growl in my mouth.Mrs. Potts was holding a tray as she stood at the doorway. Her usual severe bun held back her gray hair, while her eyes showed the same mix of ex
Kavan POVI loathed it."My father spoke, his voice consciously impartial, to Kavan." "I was surprised to see you here."I stood up, making my face show no emotion. I could express the same sentiment. This is not a place for non-military personnel.Autumn flinched at the word, and a small, mean part of me was pleased.My father's eyes hardened. "We were just leaving. Come, Autumn."He placed a hand on her lower back, guiding her past us. As they passed, Autumn's eyes met mine for a brief moment. There was something in them—fear? Defiance? I couldn't tell. I looked away."Your Majesty?" Marcus's voice was tentative. "Shall we proceed?"I noticed that I was not moving, with my fists tightly closed by my hips. I made them unwind, disregarding the pain in my hands from digging my nails."I said yes with a clipped voice." "Let's finish this quickly."The small interrogation room was bare, with bright fluorescent lights glaring above. As I entered, the slaver, chained to the table, widened
Autumn POVAs Mathias led me away, I found myself unable to resist sneaking another look at Kavan. He was tall and authoritative, and he stood there with a face that showed no emotion. He looked past me as though I were invisible, treating me like a mere object. A sudden, sharp pain pierced through my chest, catching me off guard. I forced myself to swallow, attempting to suppress it."Autumn ?" Mathias's words interrupted my train of thought. "Are you okay?"I agreed silently, unable to trust my own words. If I were able to, what could I possibly express? Did his son's lack of warmth affect me? Did I feel a mysterious attraction to him that I couldn't understand? Was I frightened, bewildered, and directionless?Mathias examined me briefly, his eyes gentle yet probing. He was as tall as Kavan but had a wider build on the shoulders. His hair was a combination of salt and pepper colors, he was well-groomed, and he had smile lines around his eyes. He exuded a relaxed confidence that drew
Autumn POV"There, now," she said with a calming voice. "Shall we go and get you a cup of tea?"I agreed, appreciative of her peaceful demeanor. While she hurriedly made tea, I gradually started to unwind. The fear subsided, leaving fatigue behind.Mrs. Potts came back carrying a hot mug and placed it in my hands. The heat penetrated my bones, anchoring me."Okay," she said, sitting down in the chair opposite me. "Are you interested in discussing what occurred?"I paused, then carefully placed the mug on the surface. My hands gestured, creating the symbols I had mastered many years before."I have been mute," I signed. "Since I was a child."Mrs. Potts was surprised at first but then became more understanding. "You are familiar with sign language," she said, mimicking my hand movements.I nodded, relief washing over me. Finally, someone I could truly communicate with."I learned years ago," Mrs. Potts explained, her signs fluid and practiced. "My nephew is deaf. Now, tell me about th
Autumn POVI stayed up all night, watching the moon create long shadows in my room. The choice in front of me felt heavy, bearing down on my chest as if it were a tangible object. Whether to be identified or not. To commit myself to this group and to this location. Addressed to Kavan.His expression lingered in my thoughts, icy and aloof. His touch, scent, and intense gaze all mixed together in my mind, creating a confusing and alluring sensation. How can I deal with this feeling of being drawn to someone? This attraction to a man who regarded me as insignificant?As the initial rays of morning began to filter through my window, I abandoned all hope of sleeping. My thoughts moved swiftly in never-ending loops, my mind in a frenzy. I needed something to divert my attention.When I walked in, the kitchen was silent and motionless. Cookware dangled from shelves, shining in the morning sunlight. I ran my fingers across the sleek surface, inhaling the traces of yesterday's cooking.The act
Autumn POVThe idea brought a genuine smile to my face. I nodded eagerly, already reaching for containers.While we prepared the food, Mrs. Potts continued to talk constantly, replacing the quietness caused by Kavan's dramatic departure."Do not fret about him," she said while closing a pancake container. Under his icy exterior lies a kind heart. It just requires some time to get comfortable with others.I arched my eyebrow, doubtful. Mrs. Potts laughed quietly."I am aware. I am aware. It is difficult to comprehend at this moment. I have been acquainted with that boy since he was a baby. Being himself, he has had to be strong. Just because he can't learn to be kind as well.I thought about what she said as we completed the packing. Is it possible that there is warmth hidden beneath Kavan's icy demeanor? Was Mrs. Potts perceiving what she desired to see in the young boy she had assisted in bringing up?One hour later, I arrived at the entrance of a tiny cabin located on the outskirts
Autumn POVI quickly left Kavan's office, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. His touch stayed on my skin, a phantom feeling I couldn't get rid of no matter how quickly I fled. My inner wolf whined, feeling mixed up and wanting something that I couldn't—wouldn't—identify. The fresh pack connection pulsed in my thoughts, a continual memory of the recent event.I kept going until I got to my room, slamming the door shut and leaning on it. I was breathing rapidly and unevenly, with short gasps. I had to relax and ponder. However, each time I shut my eyes, Kavan's face appeared in my mind, and I could feel the warmth of his body against me.I vigorously shook my head, attempting to dispel the thoughts. This was not included in the plan. It was not possible for me to be distracted at this moment.However, when I turned and began to move away from the door, I discovered that I was not the only one present.Mathias was standing by the window, his face brightening up when he caught sight of