Chapter 39

My throat becomes desert dry as the guards drag Steven's body from the room, a trail of blood following as I feel vomit rise from the stomach. I keep manage to keep the vomit down, unable to look at the blood any longer. Sure, we rejected one another, but even when your mate dies, no matter how much you hated them, their death still shocks you and makes you feel, in a sense, lost. I can understand the power of mates, how the Moon Goddess made them so vital to life, how fate loves to play out their journey. But now, fate is sick in my opinion. Fate is insane.

Leo let's me go, his touch absent as I feel lost. I don't know what to do now. I don't know where to go. I only know that the elf was right, I need to leave, and fast. But who do I trust? Elijah would spill to Leo, being best friends and all. Penelope, no matter who much I want to think that I can trust her, I know she would not be loyal in my escape. Who to put my trust in scares me.