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Sealed from the moment of conception was the belief that we would be the ones far more powerful than our parents. Far larger than the life we were born into.
The prophecy only grew in strength when out came a girl followed a month later by a boy.
It doesn’t feel like kismet sitting here now, thirty years later.
Now, it feels like a damn curse.
Maybe our love was forged before we even had a chance to think for ourselves, our closeness only making way for our blossoming romance because it was forced. I’d like to think we stood a chance of loving one another without outside forces, but I’d rather tell myself I never truly loved Natalia.
“You’re quiet. Too quiet.”
Sebastian’s voice is reticent, but I can tell from the jovial hint that he’s waiting to take his normal approach to the situation.
I don’t say anything, just keep my focus on the road ahead.
Ever since we were split up, I’ve just driven.
No destination, no directions.
I just drove until I realised Park Lane turned into Knightsbridge, and soon, we were in the depths of Belgravia. I know I need to pull over, recentre myself and try again, especially before we head back to the palace. So, I continue driving to a secluded place and don’t stop until I can pull into the abandoned underpass and hit the brakes heavily.
“I could have had her, Sebastian!”
Palms smack against my leather steering wheel, grunting. This was meant to calm me, but I’m too full of rage to think hitting the brakes will help me.
“This could be all over by now, but you had to intervene.”
“Whoa, buddy!” He puts his hands up in mock defence. “Don’t you dare attack me like what I did was wrong! My job is to keep you in line, even when you’re a loose cannon. Which, Earth to Beckett-fucking-Knight, you were acting tonight!”
“I had her.”
Beneath my aching body.
Beneath my rigid fingers.
Almost beneath my power.
I had her.
She was close, and I was close to… what exactly?
I close my eyes, trying to calm the raging storm in me.
Did I lose myself? Fuck yes, I did.
Did I want to? No, but it was like history set itself on repeat and on fire all at once.
I hadn’t felt her that close in so long, but since that moment in The Regency, my brain kept shorting itself, replaying the feel of just her energy in the room. I was a mess, and I didn’t pay kindly for that feeling.
Assuming my hate will always keep a barrier up, I hate myself for losing control.
Beside me, Sebastian suddenly clears his throat.
“Riddle me this…” he starts, twisting in his seat to face me better. “What were your intentions tonight? You didn’t tell me a plan. You didn’t tell me who we were meeting and then we walk into a crusty old bookstore and she’s just there… and you knew she was there.”
I blink owlishly had him.
What does he want me to say?
