Page 31 of Sonata
“No, still the same.” Melody wiggled on the mattress. “Étienne is buried in books in his office. He said he will find answers if it killed him.”
“I actually like him a lot more after he ripped the heart out of that bitch that hurt Lucien.”
“Cruel, girl. It was disgusting.” Lips twisted in a grimace, she shivered.
“See how much I care.” My hand had a mind of its own, and my knuckles grazed Lucian’s cheek. “From now on, I don’t want to have mercy for anyone that will try to hurt us.”
“Did you see that loser Phillip run?” my words made her uncomfortable, so she changed subjects. I didn’t care one way or the other. “I think Seraphina was alive, or he wouldn’t have taken her with him like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder.”
“I hope she is.”
“You do?” my friend flicked back like I’ve slapped her.
“Easy death is not for her, Melody. She held us captive and used us, yes, but can you imagine how many people she’s hurt or killed by that? Not just us three, but others that she lured by dangling our music in their face.”
“True.” She murmured. “You know I’ve been thinking….”
“Spill, go on.” Melody always needed to be pushed so she can tell you something.
“I think we must’ve been adopted.”
“What?” my head was spinning with her throwing things out of the left field.
“It’ll make sense. I know my parents didn’t have any strange shit happening around them until I was old enough to speak or play instruments. Did yours?” when I said nothing, she nodded as if I confirmed something. “I didn’t think so. So, we must’ve been adopted with all the freaky stuff we do.”
“It makes no difference to me. How about you?” I searched her face, knowing the answer before she said it.
“No, not at all.” A small smile played on her mouth. “We always planned to find a place together and get away from all the drama and stuff. Now here we are under the same roof and all three connected on some fate shit level to three brothers of all things.”
“Some might call it a destiny.” A shiver slithered up my spine.
“Whatever it is, I like it.”
“Me too.” My gaze moved back to Lucien’s face. “If only he wakes up.”
“He will.” There was so much conviction in her tone my heart skipped a beat. “He will wake up. I know Lucien is too much of a stubborn, growly ass not to wake up. If for no other reason but to piss me off.”
All of a sudden, I could smell the stench coming off me and felt every speck of dust and grime caked on my skin. My fingers twitched to scratch the itch that was spreading over my body. The shower Melody mentioned didn’t sound like a bad idea after all. Maybe Lucien couldn’t wake up cause the odor coming off me kept knocking him out. With great effort, I uncurled my fingers from his hand and smoothed it gently over the covers.
“I think I’ll have that shower now.” A deep sigh passed my lips. “Promise not to move an inch from him and yell if he wakes up?”
“I’ll raise the dead if he flinches, I promise.”
“Let’s not do that, but yeah, just yell, and I’ll be back in a sec.” the muscles of my legs protested when I placed my weight on them.
“I left a pair of Lucien’s sweats and a t-shirt for you. I didn’t think you’ll want to wear Étienne’s since we have no change of clothes here. I ordered some from Amazon thanks to Moël, although but they won’t be here until day after tomorrow.”
“Thank you, girl. You take care of me like you’re my mother.” Stretching to relieve the kinks in my muscles, I looked around the room.
It was done all in dark colors, a typical guy's room with masculine furniture and a chair next to the window in the corner. It was strange that nothing personal could be seen anywhere. As if done for just a show, but no trace of the person owning it existed. Typical Lucien from what I glimpsed of him. Broody and mysterious, with a touch of grumpy added in the mix.
“Always,” Melody whispered at my back as I entered the attached bathroom, already peeling my dress off.
The fabric was stuck to my skin, and it hurt when I ripped it off me. Seeing the large shower with double shower heads hanging from the ceiling made me jump around and wiggle fast so I can get under them. The tiles were dark blue, and the counter was black marble with nothing on it but one toothbrush and a fancy bar of hand soap. Dark and darker, yet again. Turning the tap, I closed my eyes, and a sigh ripped from my chest when the water blasted my face raining on me from above.
I needed to get back to Lucien, but just one long moment, I allowed myself to breathe.
Fat tears mixed with the water, never to be acknowledged, invisible to anyone but me.
