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“Well, luckily for us, I have the time,” I told him.
Just then, Hugo pushed the book my way. “That is Emmaline’s diary,” he said. “When I was admitted into this place, I’d been able to keep the book.” Hugo’s eyes darted Kalon’s way briefly before looking back at me. “Your mother knew they were coming to kill her, you see. She’d known that she was going to fail in the attempt to take her own life. So, she gave me her diary, and when Dr. Simms noticed that the book was the only thing that kept me calm, he had allowed me to keep it.”
I stared at the book, almost afraid to touch it. It could be the answer to my prayers or tell me nothing, and I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to find out right now.
Chapter 25
Kalon~
Icould feel Mora’s unease, and it was clear that this bond between us was going to only get stronger over the years. I had a feeling that we were really going to become one by the time this was all said and done. However, right now, we had bigger issues to address.
“Have you read it?” I asked.
Hugo looked over my way. “Yes, I have,” he answered. “I’ve read every word, a million times over, throughout my years here. In fact, I could probably recite the entire contents by memory if I tried.”
Mora didn’t open the book like most people would, which told me exactly how anxious she was feeling. Instead, she went back to her conversation with Hugo, doing her best not to appear weak or unsure. The woman had an abundance of pride, that’s for sure.
“And how do you feel about the prophecy being fulfilled?” she asked him.
“You’re my child,” he replied evenly. “How do you think I’d feel about it?”
“I honestly don’t know,” Mora answered. “This isn’t exactly anything that I’d been prepared for.”
“You’re my child,” he repeated. “No matter what you’ve become, I love you. No matter what is to come, I love you. You are my child, and you are your mother. Though you’ve never had a relationship with me, I’ve had one with you through your mother’s diary since the day you were born. I understand what you are, Mora. However, I also knowwhoyou are, and you’re my daughter; your Emmaline’s daughter.”
I could feel Mora’s emotions threatening to get the better of her, so I jumped in. “We are getting you out of here, Hugo,” I informed him. “You will come to live with us, so that you and Mora will have the time that you need to get to know one another.”
Hugo looked at Mora. “Is that your decision or theirs?”
Mora leaned back in her chair. “They don’t control me,” she told him. “I understand why you might think that, but that’s not the case at all.”
“If anything, she controls us,” I added, doing what I could to help ease Mora’s tension. “Mora isn’t in any danger, Hugo. There might be some of our kind that are…wary of her, but she’s not in any danger. She’s…let’s just say that the prophecy is a lot more than any of us had envisioned it to be.”
“Are you safe?” he asked her. “Do youfeelsafe?”
“I’m no less safe than the average person walking to their car at night,” she answered, not really answering him. “Mortal or not, threats are everywhere, Hugo.”
“That’s not what I asked you, Mora,” he replied, not letting her evade his question. “Do you feel that you are safe in your new world?”
Mora looked over at me, and it was every-fucking-thing when she said, “As long as Kalon is with me, then, yes, I feel safe.” I grabbed her hand, then squeezed the fuck out of it between my fingers. “I feel safe as long as he’s safe. I feel safe as long as he’s with me.”
“My Emmaline told me that you were going to find someone that was going to take you away from us one day,” he remarked. “She said that he was going to take you away from the world.”
Mora looked back at Hugo. “Kalon’s a good man,” she said. “Even if he isn’t a man.”
“And why do you want a complete stranger living with you, Mora?” he asked.
“Because I’m lost,” she answered honestly. “I have no idea how to navigate through this new world of mine, and because I’m…because no one was prepared for the prophecy to actually come true, you’re the only person on the planet that can help me get through this without motive.” Mora let out a deep sigh. “Plus, you’re not crazy, Hugo. You’re not crazy, and you don’t belong in this place. You never belonged in this place, and if it were up to me, I’d make everyone pay. However, in light of the greater good, revenge isn’t what’s best for everyone involved in this mess. Especially, me.”
Hugo looked between the two of us before saying, “I don’t want to be turned.” He looked and sounded so serious that I was taken aback a bit. “I don’t want to be turned, and there’s no need for me to be turned. I would never put you in danger by revealing what I know.” He waved an arm about, indicating our surroundings. “When I started…voicing what I knew, I’d done it with the hopes of trying to protect Emmaline and you. I’d been willing to let everyone believe that I was crazy if it got someone to listen and look out for you.” Hugo smirked sadly. “Because my male ego wouldn’t allow me to believe that I couldn’t protect you and your mother, all I’d done was get myself locked up, and I ended up losing both you and my Emmaline.” He shook his head, and I felt the man’s pain. Nothing sucked worse than feeling unmanned. “If I’d just listened to your mother, maybe things would have turned out differently.”
“Nothing would have stopped the prophecy,” Mora told him. “Trust me on this. It was…it’s always been something stronger than anyone could have guessed. There was never stopping the prophecy from coming to fruition.”
“Hugo, if I may ask, why are you so adamant about not being turned?” I asked, curious about the seriousness of his convictions on this. “I’d think that you’d want to…join us with how deep you were into the dark arts and having found Mora again.”
Hugo looked me in the eye, and the prophecy didn’t have shit on this man. “Because how am I supposed to see my Emmaline again if I live forever?” This time, Mora’s fingers squeezed mine. “Suicide is a sin and that is the only reason that I’m still here.” His brows furrowed. “I believe in Heaven, Kalon. I believe in Heaven, and I believe that my Emmaline is there waiting for me.”
A knock at the door caught our attention, and we all turned to see Dr. Simms opening the door, then walking in cautiously. He was eyeing us, not sure if we were good or not. I honestly didn’t blame the man. For twenty-five years, he’d been treating Hugo for delusions, so I could see how he’d be worried.
