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Six months is a long time,but so is seven years, so I’ve decided to bide my time.
I have multiple ideas up my sleeve. I could feed into what he wants, withdraw from everything and everyone. I could give him absolutely everything he wants. I could be thepawninhisgame.
It’s a dramatic approach, but what is he going to do? Force feed me?
Regardless of his faults, Beckett will never do that.
Or maybe he will given the fact he decided to use my head as a battering ram against a solid wall.
Absentmindedly, I rub the spot that bruised the most, a temporary reminder of what he’s capable of now.
Being a damsel in distress is a fun idea, but I’d rather make my presence known.
He told me he’ll break me before the six months is up.
He never said anything about me breaking him in that same time.
And if I can take Alistair Knight down with him, I’ll sleep much easier.
They always say Lucifer ruled hell, but they always forgot the part where Lilith made it burn.
Glancing around my bedroom, I remember a time when I used to live in this room and daydream of a life with Beckett. It was so full and vibrant, and now life has given me a second chance, but it’s filled with nothing but the promise of darkness.
And while I’m here and I’m present, I’m lost.
I don’t like this feeling. I did it once. I lived it for too long until I found myself again, and I’m not about to let Beckett take my resolve that quickly.
He nearly got it, though.
Andreas died thinking I made him as expendable as his family had. That was never the case. I just never expected Beckett to listen to me enough to pull the trigger.
He was everything to me, and in the end, he thought he meant nothing.
That is something I’ll hold Beckett accountable for.
I’ll never atone for that sin, but he can.
A key sounds in the lock, but I don’t react. I watch from my spot in the middle of the bed as the door opens and a silhouette quickly covers the light before moving into the room. I roll my eyes as Sebastian steps in, closing and locking the door, but I take a moment to take in his outfit and flare my nostrils.
“I see the month of mourning thing didn’t get abolished.”
He smirks. “Traditions are traditions.”
I regard him, taking in each fluid motion as he moves around the room, dumping clothes on the chair on the other side of the room, and I can’t ignore the niggling curiosity building in me.
“Was it quick?”
He stills for almost a millisecond before he continues setting up whatever he’s bought in. From here, all I can see is mounds of clothes, and my ire burns a little brighter that Beckett thinks he can dress me now.
“Why do you care?” Sebastian quickly bites.
“Because he was still my father.”
Until he wasn’t.
“Regardless of what this whole place thinks of me, I know my father loved me once. Knowing he’s dead before I had a chance to take a stab is a bitter pill to swallow.”
Sebastian laughs, crossing his arms over his chest. “It was quick. Doctor said he was dead before he hit the floor.”
