Page 153 of The Blairville Legacies

Why the fuck didn’t she answer!

With tear-filled eyes, I looked at her. That pain, that twinge in my heart, grew stronger, and suddenly, I felt alone. Abandoned and betrayed. On top of that, there was the feeling of being paralyzed inside.

“I’m sorry, Bayla...”

I just looked at Mum. With an empty look. As empty as I felt right now. And at the same time, I was so close to fainting.

Mum started to move.

I felt her arms around me.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to, anymore.

I pushed her away.

“Bay...”

I shook my head.

“Understand, how could I have told you such a thing?”

She moved closer again, her gaze more desperate than ever. But I backed away.

“No, Mum, you should have told me!”

“It wasn’t possible, Bay. Just understand...” Some tears escaped her eyes as well, but I felt no pity. I was angry, disappointed.

“Pleasesit down, and we’ll talk about it...”

“No!”I yelled at her, and she backed away, frightened.

I ran past her, up the stairs, because I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Bay!”

“Give her time, Diana...” was all I could hear anymore as I finally slammed the door to my room behind me, vowing never to open it again.

Chapter 36

Adrian

“It couldn’t have gone any better, could it?”

Miles laughed out loud from the back seat, putting his legs up on the cream-colored leather of my sports car and stretching out. Actually, I would have liked to tell him not to do that, but my mood was just too good for that. Instead, I stepped on the gas and drove straight through the yellow light.

“Considering it wasyouridea, yes,” David laughed with amusement. Not only did he laugh as infrequently as I did, but his ash-blond hair was a little messy. It reminded me of when all three of us were young and silly, romping across the meadows of Nicolaj’s mansion. Back then, we hadn’t known that one day, we’d be chasing whatever was playing in the meadows.

“Just shut up, David, and finally realize that I’m the one with the good ideas.”

“Oh, the one with the good ideas, huh? Did you hear that, Adrian?”

I snorted in amusement and pushed the gas pedal down further, savoring the open road with my new black Ferrari.

The basic idea had been mine, however Miles had given it the setting and the schedule. None of this would have been possible if we hadn’t relied on the temperament of those involved.

“These mutts are unpredictable and can barely control themselves,” I just snorted, remembering Monday’s conversation, the alpha dog and his whole pack and how out of control his oldest son was behaving. When it was his turn next, the pack would go down, which would solve the problem itself, or worse, becomeourproblem.

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