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“Just now was real,” I tell him. “It was the realest thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Then be honest with me,” he pleads, his voice laced with frustration.
I open my mouth to speak, but close it again—I don’t have a response.
The way he looks at me turns from desperate to icy cool. He straightens himself out and walks away to the other end of the library.
His back is turned. I could run away now, but I don’t. Instead, I’m standing there trembling, my arms protectively holding myself as Ellis puts his clothes on.
When he returns, he has a look of indifference that makes my heart sink. I understand how he feels, and I wish that I could just tell him everything, but I can’t. The words won’t come out.
“I’ll give you time,” he says coolly. “I’ll give you the time you need to tell me the truth, but I warn you not to try to run away. I’m offering you one last inch of trust.”
Ellis gazes at me and then forcibly opens and slams the library door.
Once he’s gone, and I’m wrapped in the silence of the library, the screaming of my thoughts—I lose it.
Leaning against the wall, I slowly fall to the floor. My tears start light, but as a deep pain pulses through my lower stomach, they come out in strong, guttural weeps.
My vision blurs; all I see are my tears as I hold myself protectively.
I’m crying so hard. It’s like I’m a wounded animal; it feels primal, as I try to rid myself of all the pain and confusion.
I tell Ellis that I’m sorry in my head.
And then, over and over, I ask myself,what the hell are you going to do now?
Chapter 14 - Ellis
There are some things that a run and a hunt can’t cure. Having the best, most mind-blowing sex in my entire life, and then discovering that said person has been lying to me all along, is one of those things.
I hate feeling confused or like I don’t have a grasp on a situation that is happening directly to me. Even worse than that, I hate being lied to by someone I’ve grown to trust.
Ican’t believeI trusted her.
She’s a witch. But I’ve grown to understand that some witches (or so I thought) aren’t as bad as my mom was.
Some witches can be trusted. Clearly, not Danielle.
As I walk through our pack, I try my hardest to puzzle together the missing pieces. To anyone watching, I must look insane, frowning as hard as I can as I try to rack my brain.
So, she’s the woman from my dreams—that's why I was having those strange dreams when I slept beside her in the forest.
But how is she also a childhood friend? That’s the part that doesn't make sense. I’d understand if she was bewitching me somehow, getting into my dreams, and subconsciously leading me toward her.
Even though that doesn’t exactly add up with the way that she’s been acting, it’s a theory I can make sense of.
But how could I have known her in my childhood? How is it that we could have been so close?
I explore the idea in my mind, trying desperately to make sense of it all, to conjure more memories, but all there are are blank spaces.
Nothing.
She’s fucked with me, and I need to know why.
“Ellis!” Aaron calls me over.
I’m snapped out of my daze, and I feel almost dizzy when I look up. The outside world has ceased to exist for a while.
