“You didn’t answer the question,” she replied, her heart thundering as she pulled away from me.
“Amore Mio, things will be okay. Maybe it’s just a side effect of him making you forget whatever the fuck happened when you went to the country house,” I replied, trying to figure this shit out.
“I don’t want to forget important things,” she whispered, her hand on my chest.
“You won’t,” I replied. Taking hold of her wrist, I kissed her knuckles softly. “You won’t.”
I could hear the conviction in my voice as I reassured her, but the fear that I might be fucking wrong was beginning to eat up at me inside. The cut along her head came back to me, and I knew something was really fucking wrong…
She nodded, despite her thumping heart still racing.
“Let’s get to bed,” I said quietly. Cupping her face, I kissed her hard.
Deep down, a niggling thought came to me that what if… what if she forgot me? Just the thought of that happening made me pull her close, crushing her body against mine as I kissed her harder.
An hour later, after a round of hot passionate sex, she had fallen asleep in my arms, yet I couldn’t fucking sleep. I was a fucking mess of worry. I needed her to be fucking okay…
Maybe I was fucking overthinking it. Maybe nothing like that was going to happen, and maybe I just needed to chill the fuck out.
I slowly untangled my arms from around the gorgeous bombshell in my arms and got out of bed slowly, pulling on my discarded boxers and sweatpants. Grabbing my lighter and a cigarette packet, I left the room. I needed to talk to Elijah. Even if I fucking smelled of sex, I didn’t really care.
Meet me on the back patio,I mind-linked him.
Despite being able to mind-link other alphas, it still fucking gave me a slight headache. Moments later, Elijah stepped out, and I smirked, not missing the hickeys around his neck that peeped out from his T-shirt. His wet hair fell in his eyes. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one who had just had sex. He frowned, and I knew he probably could smell the sex on me.
“What do you want that couldn’t wait until you had showered?” He growled. I smirked at him, lighting my cigarette as I cocked my brow.
“What’s wrong? Does it fucking still piss you off knowing I just fucked your girl?” I taunted. Despite being in no fucking mood to mock him, I couldn’t help it. Sometimes shit just came out. His eyes flashed a cobalt blue, and I rolled my own. “Seriously, are you still doing this shit nine years on? I’m sure I’ve fucked her more times than I can even cou-”
“What the fuck do you want? Did you call me out here for this?” He growled murderously. I smirked humourlessly.
“Actually, no…” My smirk faded, and I looked at him seriously. “You know about earlier… when she asked about Azura… I asked her, and she…” I ran my hand through my hair, staring up at the cloudy night sky.
“And?” He asked, his anger dissipating, replaced with seriousness.
“She couldn’t remember anything more than you and Scarlett being her parents. Indigo… what happened, nothing,” I said, the fear settling into the pit of my stomach again. His heartbeat quickened, and he looked pale.
“But Raihana checked her… she wasn’t cursed…”
“No, she wasn’t... but they did something. She’s forgotten some parts of her past. I’m guessing it’s when they made her forget whatever happened in there. But I’m just a tad fucking worried that she may begin to forget more…” I swallowed hard, trying not to think of the worst fucking case scenario.
“She won’t forget you,” he replied quietly, placing a hand on my shoulder before removing it incredibly fast. I smirked before glancing at him.
“I fucking hope not because she’s my fucking lifeline,” I said quietly. She was. Without her, I would fucking lose my mind…
Our eyes met, and he looked at the sky, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants.
“I know… but I’m sure she’s fine. Get Raihana to check her over tomorrow,” he suggested quietly. I nodded. Yeah, I really fucking needed to.
“Don’t you often feel like the fucking Moon Goddess does not want to leave us in peace?” I asked, sitting down on the steps and taking a drag on my cigarette. He sighed heavily.
“Yeah…”
He walked off, and I heard the door open and shut behind him, leaving me alone in the garden. I stared up at the sky, wondering what was to come. Something told me that Kataleya’s kidnapping had just been the fucking start of all this shit…
I ran my hand through my hair when I heard the door reopen, and Elijah stepped out again. He sat down, leaving a metre gap between us, and placed down a case of six beers.
“Sometimes a fucking drink helps,” he said, taking a can out and opening it with one hand before passing it to me.
