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I lost my balance as I scaled down the side of the building, and almost fell. My hand lost its grip but I was not quick enough to grab it with my other hand and I slipped. My back exploded with pain as I fell into the garden. Thankfully, I fell on soft ground but it still hurt.
It took a lot of effort to get up so I enjoyed the beautiful night sky and the cool air for a bit. Maybon was just around the corner and the season was changing. Soon the leaves would turn a beautiful color and I couldn’t wait. The end of the year was always my favorite time.
Rolling onto my stomach, I got up on my hands and knees, as hunger pains hit my stomach. I couldn’t bear to face Mr. Potter either. He also knew and didn’t tell me. Was this their plan all along? Is this what they did to previous Belladonnas? Fuck with their head enough that it would throw them off their game and be unsure of themselves?
I had never put much thought into what kind of mind games or scare tactics they’d done to the previous Belladonna’s, but Mr. Potter did say that no one had ever tried to break the spell before. Was their hate for each other fueling a war, like my hate was fueled by Zev? Just thinking about that dickwad had me rolling my eyes.
I got up from the garden to admire the beauty of all the flowers. There were so many of them, my eyes catching sight of the beautiful moonflower, with the moonlight highlighting all of them, they seemed ethereal. The hairs on my neck stood up, my heart started to race and I could feel someone's gaze on me.
My instincts had become sharper since Lucien and I had mated. It was like he had unlocked a part of me that had been dormant. I continued looking at the flowers like nothing had changed, hopefully indicating that I was more helpless than I led on. If it was Zev, he knew how deadly I could be.
Glancing over my shoulder discreetly, I saw nothing but darkness. My senses felt like it might be more than one person, but I knew the guys wouldn’t all be together unless, in the last few days, they had all made up. Paranoia made my brain think of a million and one scary possibilities. Most of them included me dead, but I think one of them was my favorite. Death by orgasm seemed like the way to go. If Zev fucked me into oblivion, and I never returned, I think I would definitely be ok with that.
Come for me.
His guttural voice echoed in my head, making me clench my thighs. Mr. Potter needed to check my head because all I thought about was that bastard and the hate sex we had.
My instincts were still going crazy, but I hated waiting for something to happen. Unlocking the gate, I pushed it out, thinking I needed to find oil to quiet these damn hinges that were basically saying “Hello, I’m right fucking here!”
Leaving the garden made me feel more exposed, so I hurried and made my way to the library. I was really hoping to dodge the guys long enough to climb to the spot Zev had shown me that kept me safe.
The urgency to find a damn spell to break the curse was on steroids now. My life depended on it and now I couldn’t afford any distractions. As silently as I could, I made my way to the bookshelf, so I could get up to my spot. Before I climbed over the top, I looked down to see Aeon staring at me.
Shit.
He didn’t attempt to talk to me, he just nodded his head and turned around to walk away. My heart hammered in my chest thinking my time was up. It was only a matter of time before Lucien found me, asking me why I was mad or why I was avoiding him.
Just thinking about him made me miss him. It wasn’t that I was afraid, but what would he say about Zev and I? I quickly climbed up the bookshelf with a heavy heart. Once I made it to the top, I couldn’t stop the overwhelming need for Lucien. My skin had become balmy, my breathing had quickened, every fiber of my being felt like it was missing something. My vision blurred with tears and the need to pass out.
I fell on my knees, breathing as calmly as I could. It had worked before now, but this felt like an overwhelming need to be with Lucien. I gasped for air, shaking, scared that this was only the beginning. Our bond was making me suffer for keeping us apart, or at least that's what it felt like.
I felt his anguish combined with mine, but also his anger. It was almost all-consuming, something I had never felt so viscerally before. My hands clenched in anger, my body vibrated with pent up energy, then it disappeared as quickly as it had come. All I was left with was my longing for Lucien.
What the fuck had just happened?
Getting up proved to be a little difficult, it was like my body had run a marathon and extreme exhaustion hit me. I was clammy, like I was getting sick, and my nerves were shot. Experiencing so many emotions at once had left me hollow.
The sound of snarling brought me out of whatever was happening to me. I wouldn’t doubt that Zev and Lucien were at it again, it was only a matter of time before he found out what had happened. Would he be upset that we slept together, or that he told me their secret?
Fuck. I needed to get over all this bullshit and just do what I came here to do. I had to break this damn curse so I could be free from all these people who had been manipulating my life.
Stuffing all my feelings back into a box, I shut the lid and got my shit together. I got up on shaky legs to walk over to the window. Sitting on the ledge, I pulled out Vivienne’s journal. I was almost done reading her journal but I was still confused on who this mystery man was in her life. He felt like he might be the key to all this and maybe he was the one who had been helping her with blood magic.
I didn’t expect him to return my attention after he came back from war, but he’s different now. Our small talks here and there are intriguing to me. We have been around each other all of our lives. He used to help me with my spells and my curious nature.
We are both virgins but I have a feeling he’s more experienced than he is letting on. He oozes sex out of every pore, making me wonder if saving myself for the guys is worth it. I’m tired of putting my life on hold for them, and for once I think I’m going to take what I deserve. Tomorrow is Samhain and he says he has a surprise for me.
I can’t help these feelings. He makes me feel wanted and perhaps I can have fun before I give myself away. No, I will have fun. I deserve it, I’m a good person.
Some days it feels like the Belladonnas have never changed. This family is built on the sacrifices of our women while the men reap all the benefits. I’m so sick and tired of all this bullshit. What is the point of having all this power if all we are ever going to do with it is screw people over.
What’s possibly the worst is that not one of my sisters will lead our coven, the strongest man will, and in order for them to lead he must have an heir. Which is why Caston is so dead set on us having children. He needs a child to lead when my father dies or steps down, if he doesn’t, then my sisters’ husbands get to fight over it. I’m just a stepping stone in his need for power.
I instantly regretted not letting the guys mess with him just a little before he left. Caston needed a rude awakening, but I’m sure he’s going to coast through life with his attitude and powerful family. If I die, I hope they make my father’s life hell.
I skimmed through her journal seeing they developed a relationship. It was oddly romantic. A secret love affair and with each entry their love grew.
Today I was at the Fallon’s estate. We had more pressing matters about talks of war again. My father looked tired and the elders talked about my union once more. The thought of marrying them is now abhorrent to me. I’m no longer the quiet, meek woman they all think I am. My powers are growing and Thane is showing me more and more everyday. Maybe we could run away together?
