Thirsty Together

I feel a strong force awaken me as Brogh is lifted from the bed and thrown against my wall. “What's happening?” I asked at loud, confused.

Then I notice Brogh lying against my wall, angry as hell. I had forgotten he even came, I was so tired from the hunt and all the fighting that even one bit me.

Brogh was here, just listening to the story of my first hunt. I was wet, he was wet. That's when I realized we were lying next to each other, almost naked. I got Varnic's reaction, but nothing happened. How could he think so little of me? I would never have pushed him in this situation on purpose. I do feel some attraction to Brogh, but not as strong as this bond between me and Varnic. Varnic is the only one I want.

“You both betrayed me. I loved you, Avery, but now you are both my worst enemy.” Then he stormed out, not wanting to hear a word we had to say.

“Shit,” Brogh said as he lifted his body off the hardwood floor. “I didn't mean to,” he said with an apologetic look at me. I didn't want to hear anything from him. I was hurt and felt like a part of me had left with him. Left with Varnic when he left the house. The house we had shared for a few months. In secret, but to me, it felt so real. We were happy, or was I imagining it, were we ever happy together? With all the things we had done. Already at our first meeting, I had this thirst, a thirst that was more than feelings. Then all those months in college, we broke the curse again and again. Still, we couldn't be happy when it was all over. Maybe we weren't meant to be together.

Why do I even doubt him, or me? I love Varnic, everything leads to it, and now he is gone, just because Brogh was with me. It was just a mistake to let him sleep with me. We didn't even touch, I never could. I felt a connection of deep friendship with Brogh that developed on our journey last year, but that's it.

Brogh is still in my room, putting on his clothes, which are now dry. He looked at me, but he could tell that I didn't want him near me right now. It was also too dangerous to have him here, now with my uncle and his damned feud with the Elys family still going on.

He warned me, and I was so careless to have both Elys men here at the same time. How fortunate that my uncle didn't find out. He was still fulfilling his duties. What duties I don't care, I know he's helping me with the torture ones or hunting for us to get enough food. I have to feed at least thirteen people. Which is a lot more work than I realized at first. Then there is my sister who is still in the hospital fighting for her life. I have to go see her, she may be awake today, but most of the time she is asleep. Without her soulmate, she is destined to be a tortured one. What I don't understand is why she's still in this state, as if she's fighting to get over it, to be stronger than this curse.

In the hospital, today is a bad day for her. She's asleep and mostly dreaming and mumbling, where I can't get a word out that I can put together into a sentence.

A nurse comes in and nods at me with a sad look, she leaves the room. I also feel sad for those who are trapped in this prison with no way out. Another thing I have to figure out for myself. Miranda is gone and Father is no longer with us, the only thing I have of a close family that isn't a tortured one is my uncle and our bond isn't what it used to be. Obviously, because I have allied myself with the enemy. Just like you heard. It's only been a few hours and I miss him so much that my throat hurts like hell.

“You need to come home, Avery, now!” I heard my uncle say as I took the ringing phone out of my pocket. I wanted to ask him what was so urgent, but he hung up, leaving me with a feeling of doubt and worry.

Back at home, after kissing my sister goodbye, I already feel the tension at the front door. If something is going to explode or just everything. I can't figure out how this feeling got inside of me.

In the hallway, I see tracks on the stone floor. Tracks of mud. As I follow them, I come out into my father's office. I look at the body on the floor next to my uncle. “Who is this and what happened?” My uncle looks at me with eyes as if he could kill someone right now. “They killed him,” my uncle said with an understanding in his voice. He was hurt all I don't know this man under his feet. “Who did they kill, Uncle?” He looks back at the men lying on the ground with a single tear in his eye, “My secret.”

Secret? What is he trying to say, I have never seen this man before. He looks like the most important person in his life. This man was more than just a little secret of his.

“What now?” I ask, feeling that my uncle won't tell me more about this anonymous man he calls his secret. “War, that's what's going to happen.”

My heart is pounding in my chest. I was hoping we could end this so-called feud, and now my uncle is calling for war. Then I have to figure out how to contact Varnic to tell him I'm sorry, but with this war coming, this is no small thing to overcome.