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My eyes widen when I see a familiar house. “Stop,” I say, and he does. “That’s where I lived.” I smile, point in its direction. Half the house is still missing from attacks, and I haven’t been back since. It appears so ruined, devastating, so vacant.
“Should we be worried about the witches?” Maxilliam asks me. I see a few forms step out and look our way. Some lock eyes with me and go straight back to where they came from.
“Talia.”
Everyone stops at the voice.
Standing in front of us is Bronik, who I once thought was incredibly handsome, but now I can’t stand the sight of him.
“Angel,” Max hisses.
Bronik turns to Max, who is still holding me.
“Half-breed,” Bronik growls.
“You can put me down now,” I tell Max. As I get my feet under me, I see him.
Everything stops.
Everything falls away.
Apart from him and me.
“Little fighter,” he whispers, and I feel the hairs on my neck rise as I stare at him.
Max is still as I try to get out of his hold and turn around. When I’m finally free, my heart picks up a beat, and my hands grow sweaty at the sight of him.
“I thought you weren’t visiting me again.” Death glances behind me, and his jaw tightens, then he starts grinding his teeth as he glares at Max.
“Sometimes you have to break the rules.” His voice is dark, and if I didn’t know better, I would say he’s angry.
“Do you know who my father is?” I ask.
Death’s silver eyes leave Max to lock on to me.
“Yes.”
“You never told me?” I ask shocked.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Why?” My voice raises a little as he looks at me.
“You had to find out for yourself.” I clench my jaw, and when I go to move closer to him, I almost fall.
He catches me, leans to my ear, and whispers, “I can smell him all over you.”
“And whose fault is that?” I bite out, pushing away from him.
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t want me, and sometimes a girl wants to be wanted,” I tell him as I take a seat on the ground. I lift some dirt and run it through my hands. “I don’t think you should come back again.”
“Okay,” he replies, and I hate that his agreeance makes my chest ache.
“You told me once when it came to my end, you saw who I was with, and it wasn’t you. Who was it?” I ask, but it comes out more as a plea.
He stands there and just watches me. It feels like ages go by before he finally moves, and when he does, he looks at Max. His forehead pinches together, and then he is gone.
