Chapter 27: Dearly
“Hunter?” Angela spoke softly.
I had been staring at the half-empty glass of whiskey sitting before me, on the table, for about an hour now. My hand was wrapped around it, gently tilting it side to side in my state of boredom.
“Hmm?” I acknowledged Angela after a moment, my eyes hesitantly flickering up to meet her’s. She sat across from myself, holding that irritated look she does when I do something that displeases her or anyone else.
“Will you please pay attention? This is important.”
It really wasn’t all that important. It was important to her, Andrew—her beloved and their twin daughter and son—Isabelle and Max. They are the famous immortal twins that gave birth to their infamous daughter, Silver.
“What?” I spat in annoyance. My gaze had shifted to Max. He sat beside Angela, holding Isabelle’s hand whom sat beside him.
“You were at the ball,” he stated.
“Did you happen to see my daughter?”
“No, I didn’t,” I responded sincerely. I hadn’t seen Silver at the ball. I saw her before that, but I never laid eyes on her that night. I knew that my answer wouldn’t satisfy them, so I shifted to a subject more appropriate as to why I didn’t see her, “Celic and I...we weren’t there for long.”
“How long did you stay?” Tarlac pried, more than likely concerned with how long I had taken his precious daughter out of the house he had practically imprisoned her in.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “An hour at most.”
“You were there for an hour and you didn’t see my daughter?” Max questioned.
The angered look on their faces was a warning that had then began to make me uneasy. I wasn’t concerned as to why they were questioning me about the ball, surely she may have been there considering that she is a Pureblood living in the human realm. However, I began to wonder whether it had anything to do with that possibility and general idea, or if it had anything to do with any sort of evidence they found when they threatened my brother in his home.
In his home where Silver is being held.
After a moment’s silence, I cleared my throat and nonchalantly repeated, “No, I didn’t.”
The instant those words left my mouth, my gaze fell away, finding the glass cup once more. The silence that followed was deafening, and I was left alone to pretend that I had gone back into my silent mind of thought.
In truth, my mind wasn’t silent at all. I was drowning in my emotions. I had learned to push the thought of Erebus and his doings to the back of my mind for his sake, but I was left and forced to think about Celic.
The last time we had spoken, I nearly choked her to death. The worst part was that I was so ashamed of myself that I made it seem as if she was the reason I was angry. Instead of apologizing, I threatened her and slammed the door on her face.
She’ll never forgive me…
Celic was kind and forgiving but even I knew that even people like her could be pushed to a breaking point. Sure, she was stubborn as a damn rock, but she wasn’t unbreakable.
No one is.
I had all but forgotten that I was in a room full of my equals and superiors, and for a moment, it was nice. It was really nice until a very sharp pain struck the back of my head and a heating sensation followed into my brain, settling behind my eyes. It was sudden but in no way was it strange.
“Get the hell out of my head!” I growled, snapping at Andrew and Max whom I knew were the only two in the room who had the ability to invade the thoughts of others. It seemed that they weren’t taken aback by the fact that I sensed them inside me, and of course, they did little to stop.
The pain lingered for a moment longer, their attempts to find the information I wouldn’t give them even at gunpoint persistent. After they more than likely realized that they were just going to have to suck it ’cause I wasn’t giving them crap, they stopped.
I was irritated, annoyed at the entire situation. Of course, that only encouraged me to stand against them and stick to what I had originally said to them just to spite them. “I didn’t see her there,” I insisted. “If I had, I would have said so. Alri—”
“What about your brother?” Isabelle interjected.
For a moment, I paused. I paused to think about some sort of lie that would come to mind. However, I then realized that I didn’t have to lie. I didn’t have to lie because the truth was enough.
“Erebus has never met Silver,” I said. “Even if he had seen her, he wouldn’t have known it was her.”
It was true. In fact, it was so much so that he was her owner and had no idea that his precious Hope was their Silver.
The greatest way to hide power is by handing it to someone who has no idea what it truly is.
“I want our daughter home...” Isabelle breathed out. A low whimper emitted soon after, Max tightening his hold on her hand to try to calm her.
From where Tarlac sat, just a couple of chairs closer to where I did, a heavy sigh broke from Kenneth’s lips. He was the one I definitely didn’t want to hear a word from, because out of all of the idiots sitting here with me, he was the one that didn’t think or act impulsively. He was smart and knew to remain silent until he came to a logical idea.
It’s safe to say that out of all, I’d envy him if he wasn’t one of the Big Three. It’s safe to say that out of all, I’d envy him if he wasn’t one of those who terrorized every living being by abusing his power just to prove how superior he was.
“It isn’t safe for her in the human realm right now,” Kenneth stated. “The witches want war and they’ll kill any vampire on sight if it means getting the message across.”
“Silver is a Pureblood,” Max argued. “It’s going to take a hell of a lot of power to so much as —”
“Not if they find a way to get Devil’s Blood into her bloodstream,” Kenneth interrupted. With that, he sat back on his chair, silently signaling that he was done talking.
“I want our daughter home, Max,” Isabelle stated, her voice quivering. “She isn’t safe.”
Her eyes were glued to the table as she wouldn’t dare look up at any of us. Even from where I sat, I could see that her eyes held tears in them and she fought hard to keep them right where they were.
She knew not to display weakness in a room full of people she once desperately fought to be equal to.
With that desperation, she killed for the last crown that would make her as strong as her brother: Queen.
I could see the irritation in Max’s face, he too concerned for his daughter but, more importantly, concerned with what desperate move Isabelle may be led to make if they didn’t find their precious daughter.
Your daughter doesn’t want to be found. She seems perfectly happy right where she is, trust me.
“She wouldn’t be at so much risk if his idiot brother had done what he was told.” Max’s words struck a nerve. I had shot my eyes up to him, glaring at him as he gave Andrew a sideway glance and stated, “You should’ve killed him. After all, it is his fault the covens want war.”
I did my best to refrain from allowing my temper to flare. I knew that the best way to avoid any further conflict was to pretend as if what they thought or did didn’t affect me in any way. However, my blood had already began to boil and I could feel the sides of my face turning hot as I narrowed my eyes on Max.
“If you so much as lay a finger on him, I—”
“You’ll what?” Angela taunted me. I knew that I didn’t stand a chance against her, and so did she. I was forced to keep my mouth shut, but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t still pissed. In fact, it only made me that much more so.
“Maybe he should be punished for his brother’s actions,” Max added with a smirk on his face.
That did it.
“I know you didn’t just say that,” I growled. “Need I remind you that not too long ago your sister helped the man that killed our parents and raped Tarlac’s wife remain in hiding while we chased our own tails because she sympathized the poor bastard. So, please, let’s start punishing others for their siblings actions, because then, you’d be the first to go. —”
“Enough!” Tarlac snarled, slamming his fist on the table.
Oddly, he was considered the peacemaker. That dangerous, impulsive, asshole was the man who came between arguments and fights, ending them by—usually—simply being present.
Nonetheless, I didn’t care that he or anyone else was in the room. No one threatened my family. I was prepared to get up and do what I felt I should’ve done a long time ago, but just as quick as the thought came, it vanished.
I didn’t want to give them more of a reason to target my family, and for a moment, I sat silently. I thought about all of the times that I stood by each of their side, fighting for what they wanted. Sometimes, those things I fought for was their family.
I fought for their families.
Before I realized it, my glare was no longer on Max. Instead, it wandered between Andrew, Kenneth and Tarlac. Them, I was truly angry at now.
“You ripped me away from my family when I was sixteen years old, the youngest from all of you,” I muttered. “You threatened my family so that I’d allow you to beat me into becoming a goddamn monster. You turned me into this,” I paused, moving my unoccupied hand to motion at myself.
“For what?” I spat. My gaze then wandering to Angela, lingering on her as I finished, “You don’t have to like me. Hell, you don’t even have to tolerate me, but I expect a little loyalty. I’ve been loyal to each and every one of you and I get not even that in return.”
“Hunter…” she sympathetically breathed out, but I didn’t want to hear it and I didn’t want to look at her either—I didn’t want to look at anyone.
My heart dropped to my stomach, a sting gathering at the bridge of my nose. My anger had somehow turned into a deep sadness that struck my chest, burdening it by simple thoughts of how unfair this world had been to me, entirely. I knew that I wasn’t an only victim, but damn did this world hand it to me. I wondered just how much wrong I did to earn this and it only saddened me further.
“I don’t have time for this bullshit,” I muttered. I didn’t want anyone’s pity and I knew that sitting there for even a second longer would earn me exactly what I didn’t want.
With that, I rose the glass of whiskey up to my lips and took the final sip, gently placing it back onto the top of the table soon after. A heavy sigh passed my lips as I rose to my feet, kicking the chair back to make way before I left the room.
Yes, for a while, I wanted to be alone. I wanted to be alone until I had a reason to speak to someone, but the instant I stepped foot out of that room, there was only one person I wanted to see: Celic. She was one person that I wanted to talk to, but I knew that she didn’t want to talk to me. I also knew that she wouldn’t talk to me unless I had an excuse for it.
And, I had an excuse.
In seconds, I found myself standing outside of her bedroom. I felt odd simply standing there; that was until I heard very clear and loud moans echoing through the door. I can’t say that I’m proud of what I shamelessly did next.
“Celic?” I called out as I opened the door with a smirk on my face.
At first, my eyes landed on the bed where a very sexually frustrated woman laid uneasily still then quickly shifting to the couch where Celic laid, straddled on top of a naked woman who moaned loudly as Celic pressed a vibrator against her wet clit.
I wasn’t so much turned on by the sight of what Celic was doing to the other woman. But, I was very turned on by the sight of Celic wearing a set of sexy white lingerie, practically waving her ass in the air.
I would’ve liked to think that she was doing it for me.
“What..?” she moaned softly.
A shaky breath passed my lips, the saliva in my mouth being hard to swallow as I slowly entered the room, closing the door behind me. I took not more than two steps into the room until I could finally see Celic’s face. Her lips were wrapped around one of the woman’s naked breasts, gently sucking on her hard nipple.
She ignored my presence for a while and I wasn’t sure whether to be angry or delighted by it. She seemed to be very much enjoying what she was doing, and who was I to interrupt her?
Silently, I moved to the bed, sitting on the edge beside the heated woman more than likely forced to torture herself by not being allowed to touch herself.
“Miss Celic…” the woman beneath Celic cried. “Please let me come…”
Celic sucked harder, pulling on the woman’s breast as she lifted until the woman’s nipple ripped from her mouth. Celic chuckled, moving her lips to meet the woman’s mouth. She left ghostly touches on the woman’s chest, brushing her lips against her collarbone until they met their destination and Celic murmured, “Come for me, babe.”
The woman screamed, her legs viciously shaking, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she curled her toes and squeezed Celic’s thighs.
In no more than a couple of seconds, the woman road out her orgasm and Celic reluctantly lifted herself off of her. I had merely taken one last glance at the woman who laid tiredly still, her breathing heavy and uneven. When Celic finally turned to look at me, I shifted my sight back to her. She was standing on her feet, a couple of feet before me.
“What is this?” I calmly asked, trying to keep my eyes on hers.
She sighed, taking the last pair of steps that kept distance between her and I. When she halted, she stood between my legs, her breasts gently brushing against my chest. With this, she placed the vibrator on the bed, beside me and did so without the lock in our eyes so much as faltering.
“What does it look like?” she murmured.
I wanted to touch her. I wanted to feel her skin against my own as I made her scream out my name and cry for her own release.
I wanted her.
“Does your father know about this..?” I asked.
“No…” her voice trailed off. “Are you going to tell on me?” she whispered.
I wasn’t sure if she was teasing me simply because she was horny or because she wanted to get back at me, but I didn’t care. In truth, I wanted to take advantage of the moment by touching her and saying that she seduced me.
It was wrong, very wrong, and as much as I would have loved to touch other places, I could only bring myself to cup the side of her face and brush my thumb against her warm cheek. There was simply no way that I could take advantage of someone who I knew didn’t want me back.
Especially if I held that someone dearly.
“You shouldn’t touch me this way…” she whispered. “My father will kill you.”
With the sound of her voice and the look in her eyes, I knew she didn’t want me to stop. I was admiring her and she could see that. Perhaps, she knew that I was admiring her because for once, someone loved her for being her. For once, someone loved and appreciated her heart.
I was in love with her: me.
And, yet, I couldn’t tell her because I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I couldn’t tell her because even if I had admit it to myself, she wouldn’t want me back and nothing would hurt me more than rejection by her.
“Are you going to tell on me?” I asked.
“Hunter…” she sympathetically called.
And, again, I managed to earn myself pity.
I didn’t want to blame it on her: it wasn’t her fault. I was having a bad day and her sympathy, on this way, was a burden. I hated it.
Not for a second longer did I allow the lock in our eyes to remain; I looked away. An irritated sigh passed my lips and I growled, “Put some damn clothes on. We need to talk.”
I never gave myself a chance to look at her face in that moment. I pushed her away and stood up, my shoulder brushing against hers as I stepped aside.
There was a moment’s silence until Celic did respond, and she coldly asked, “What about?”
This time, when I turned to look at her, she stood with an angry look on her face. Her arms were crossed just beneath her chest and she leaned to one side, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
“They know that Silver was at the ball. They questioned me, but I said I didn’t see her. Can I trust you to do the same if they come to you?” I stated, not minding that I had offended her.
That only offended her even more.
“I gave you my word, didn’t I?” She bitterly spat.
The hard look in her eyes reminded me of how much of a hypocrite I was. Not more than an hour ago, I was angry at my superiors for forcing this change on me, and here I stand, changing Celic’s soft heart by being an asshole to her.
It was no secret that she cared about me—I knew that much. And, when someone you care about hurts you, you begin to feel vengeful and a sort of regret.
“Listen,” I breathed out. “About that night, I—”
“Don’t,” she growled. “I should’ve known better. You said you weren’t interested in being my friend. It was my fault, so don’t worry about it. I am no longer interested in trying to befriend you.”
I wanted to believe that I had at least someone here, but I fucked up and ruined that too. Unfortunately, by the time I had gathered the courage to try to fix it, it was too late.
“What?!” She snarled.
I had nothing to say and there was nothing I could say. I was no good for her, and I had to face it. So, I remained silent and I walked away.
Ultimately, it was the least I could do for her.