Page 89 of Sworn to Revenge
And yet, once again, mydearcousin isn’t answering...What did I expect to hear?An apology? An admission?
You expected to be important enough to someone that they would blindly bring you into their world.
The Guardian’s answer burns in my heart this time, not in my chest.
My not-so-dear dragon, do you always have to interfere when no one wants you around?I scold him in my mind, but I know he’s right.
First of all, you’ll learn to always want me. We are one—that’s not going to change. Second, you may call me by my name—you’ve earned that honor.
A nervous chuckle escapes my lips suddenly, and everyone in the car turns to look at me now. “Thanks so much for the honor,Your Highness,” I mock out loud.
“The Guardian?” Pedro immediately understands, and I nod with an apologetic smile. His body tenses suddenly.
As much as I love the title ‘Your Highness,’ I’d prefer you call me by my name—Mykonian. Or Myko, for short.
I hear the sarcasm in his voice, but there’s something about his response that makes me think very few people have ever heard that information.
“Myko,” I repeat as a whisper.The name doesn’t suit your enormous size at all.
I love how you compliment me like that.He teases, and I hear his snort of disdain echo in my head right after.
“I’m sorry, Bay,” Alin’s words suddenly come from my right. She’s sorry? I turn my gaze to her, waiting for her to continue. Her eyebrows knit together in a pitying look as she lands her eyes on mine—it’s clear the pain on my face matches the pain I feel in my chest.No Alin, don’t you dare pity me.
“I never told you because I knew your parents were strict, and I didn’t want you to get into trouble because of me if they caught us…” she explains, as if reading my thoughts.
“Miguel didn’t have anyon—”
“Neither did I!” I cut her, my voice way louder than I expected, as more tears escape my eyes and begin to well up in the corners of her eyes too.
“You always had me!” she exclaims, matching my tone.
“Miguel took into account the death penalty he could face if he was caught with me. I would never have let you take that risk, Bay.”
“You didn’t even let me choose!” Our shouting match echoes inside the car, and the three men with us know better than to say a word.
“Because you always chose me!” she yells back, her voice trembling now. “That’s why you were exiled...” she adds quietly. I swallow the lump stuck in my throat, fighting back the tears threatening to storm out again.
“That was my decision. You never let me make my own choices, you always decide for me.” This time I lower my voice, making sure she understands that fact, turning my gaze away from her eyes.
“Bay…” She’s starting to lose her words. Yeah, she knows I’m right.
“And now Miguel is dead,” slips out of my mouth as an accusation before I even have time to think about what I’m saying. I immediately freeze, turning to look at her again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to blame you.”
“But you should,” her eyes fall to her feet. “Better Miguel than you.”
What?What the hell did she just say?
I have to agree with her, for once.
Shut up.My mind is a cloudy storm now.
“Do you even hear yourself?” I don’t hide the shock in my voice.
“You heard me. It hurts me too that he’s gone. But if it’s between you and him—my choice is clear,” she clarifies, and I gasp.
“He made that choice too, Bay. He saved you because he felt the same as I do! You were his choice too!”
I’m starting to like your messed-up family.Myko groans.
