"You’re not alone." I placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Do you think we'll ever find a way below?"
"I will find it for you. I promise."
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
ALINA
When we finally left the room, after hours in bed, it was already past mid day. Entering the dining hall, I spotted Frid, Victor, and Sol occupying one of the tables and pushed Tynan to join them.
“Finally. Getting tired of having sex?” Victor smirked.
“I doubt it.” Sol chimed in.
“Don’t be jealous.” Frid picked up a piece of buttered bread and shoved it in her mouth.
“I’m not.”
“Oh, come on,” she said with her mouth full.
“Here we go again.” Sol sighed and dug into his food.
“I haven’t seen you for so long. Where have you been?” I asked Sol, taking a seat beside Tynan.
“My aunt . . .”
“Mirtha? How’s she doing?” I asked.
“What? Why are you staring at me?” Frid shot at Victor.
“You know what? I’m fucking done. This is enough. Whatever had happened or didn't happen, I don’t fucking care. Yes, fuck yeah! I have feelings for you. Like all this fucking time. Forever. It was you all this fucking time. Always you! And I don’t care what you think. I don’t even fucking care if you like it or not. I’m telling you now, and I don’t want it to be just my problem.‘Get over it’, Sol told me.‘Tell her,’Tynan said. So, here we are!”
“What?” Frid’s eyes were huge.
“Don’t tell me you have nothing to say. Come on, I want to hear your come back. Maybe make fun of me, like you always do? Don’t fucking stop yourself on my account.”
“Victor, people are listening.”
“Do I look like I fucking care?”
“But —”
“There are things you still don’t understand, sweetheart. And you’d know it if you ever thought of anyone but yourself.”
With those words, he stood up, scraping the wooden chair against the stone floor, and walked out of the hall, ignoring the curious stares from the other clan members.
“What just happened?” Frid mumbled.
“He snapped.” Sol kept chewing as if nothing unusual had occurred.
Tynan did not look at all concerned as he piled food onto his plate, and picked up a fork.
“He seemed very upset,” I said.
“He’ll be alright,” Tynan responded.
“Maybe you should talk to him? He was not in a good state,” I offered.
