Page 87 of House of Ydril

Once I’m there, it’s like the shock dies down a little and the fear takes over. I rush to the corner of my room farthest from the door, I sit there and I pull my knees to my chest.

And just as I’m about to start pulling my hair out, it finally hits me. I whip out my phone and with shaky hands, I text Nuala to come as soon as possible.

I barely move as I wait, but my mind makes up for it by frantically running in circles. He tried to kill me. No, it can’t be. But I saw what I saw.

I want to murder him. Rip his fucking throat out for making me start trusting him just so he could eliminate me as some nameless threat to his fucking image and sinister plans.

It doesn’t take my friend longer than ten minutes, but by the time she barges into my room, I’m livid.

But what I see next has me tense up and push myself off the bed, my lips pressing tight. It’s him. Faust is in my room with Nuala and I’m so worked up about it, I feel I won’t even be able to breathe.

But his eyes are already on the blood on my shirt. He appears right in front of me, his nostrils flaring and the look in his eyes turning savage. “Who did this to you?” he growls.

I’ve never seen him this angry.

Clenching my fists and gritting my teeth, I throw daggers at him. What a marvelous fucking actor he is.

“What the fuck is going on?” he demands, his arms vibrating with rage. “Why won’t you tell me who did this to you?”

It takes me a second, but I finally squeeze out, my voice as threatening as I can make it, “I don’t know what game you’re playing, Faust, but I’m not playing it with you. I want you out.”

I point at the door and he takes a step back, a frown clouding his forehead. He seems as if he’s struggling to regain control. “What’re you talking about?”

“Get the fuck out,” I command him, I tap my Element rune and I send him flying back.

The sound that his body makes when it hits the wall is a sharp thud. He almost instantly regains control of his body, but even after he’s found his footing, he just keeps standing there, staring at me.

“You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” he snaps at me, almost rips the door off the hinges and disappears.

Only once he’s gone do I notice that Nuala is still there. I look at her and all of a sudden, I can’t keep it in any longer. I let out a shuddering breath and start crying, falling into the arms she’s already holding out for me.

Once we’re seated next to each other on my bed, the avalanche of questions begins. Nuala knows nothing and wants to understand everything.

“Wait a second,” I tell her, my voice shaky with shock and crying. I grab my bag off the floor and take out the diary.

As soon as she appears, Moswen lets out a gasp. “Holy Word,” she mutters as she rushes to grab my hand.

It just passes through mine, but she doesn’t even acknowledge it. “You look like you barely made it out of there alive,” she says.

“It’s Faust,” I cut in, unable to keep it in any longer. I throw them each a look, seeing their foreheads scrunch up, but I don’t back down. “It was Faust all along,” I say and the rest just pours out of me like an angry waterfall.

By the time I’m done, both Nuala and Moswen look absolutely shocked.

“How scary that must have been for you…” With teary eyes, Moswen even tries to pat me on the head before she says, albeit hesitantly, “But I did tell you to stay away from him.”

I almost snap at her. “Come on, Moswen, not now.”

“But wait, you didn’t actually see the person?” Nuala cuts in.

“No, but…”

“Then you’re wrong,” she cuts me off, a touch of anger in her voice.

“You can’t be sure that I am,” I reply, shaking my head and pressing my lips.

“Actually,” my friend starts, looking as if she’s trying to calm down, “I think I can.”

I raise my eyebrows, but she’s already turning to Moswen. “While all of you were fighting, including Andreas, I went for a walk and ended up at the graveyard.”

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