The only odd thing was the fact that I didn’t get to see Penelope either. According to the nurse I’d seen when I woke up, she told me Penelope had an emergency and had to leave.
I’d been looking for Penelope since then but to no avail. I only wanted to know where my babies were buried. I wanted to be able to spend time with them, sometimes.
It’s possible she had buried them that night since I was unconscious, but I wanted to know where.
I sat there, in front of the waterfall for hours, my tears not stopping. I was there until late into the night, even when the atmosphere had gotten quiet.
I didn’t have a single strength in me anymore. I felt so weak without the locket.
At a point, one of the securities came up to me. But it was out of concern.
“If you don’t have a place to stay, I could offer some help. Our storage room is locked right now, but I’m with the keys….”
“I don’t need a place to stay,” I muttered weakly without looking at him.
I didn’t mind staying here until morning.
However, the more I stayed out here in the cold, hungry and exhausted, my rage toward him amplified.
I heard the departing steps of the security, but not long after, new ones approached. Could they leave me alone?
“Why’s it so important?” I gasped and turned at the sound of his voice.
He was there, wearing simpler night outfits but looking every bit of the annoying man that he was.
He had my necklace in his hand, giving it a puzzled look. “You’re willing to spend the night here, just to get this back.” He held it up. “What makes it so special?”
I sniffled, wiping my tears as I stood up. I avoided his gaze. By the moon, I was so mad at him I wished I could give him a punch. But that would only be me writing my death sentence.
Silence stretched between us for a while. He must’ve seen that I had no intention of speaking to him, and by some miracle, he handed the necklace back.
“Never disobey me, Lyric. For as long as you’re with me.”
My answer was a hard glare, my eyes still rimming with unshed tears.
I picked up my purse and walked past him, heading to the gate.
I felt relieved. So so relieved. But I was still wounded that he could be this cruel to do this to me.
Getting to the road, I looked out for cabs. There were still a few cars driving around. I should be able to see one.
Bidding time, I stared at the necklace in my hand, a sad smile touching my lips.
That was the last blissful moment I had for the night as a car, seemingly intentionally, ran into me, bringing me to the ground.
JARIS
I didn’t expect her to be so stubborn over a mere necklace.
Unfortunately for me, my suite had been facing the very spot where she was seated. So, I could see how long she spent, being stubborn and refusing to leave without it.
I’d been curious enough to open the locket and to my surprise, it turned out to be ashes.
It was old tradition to burn corpses and preserve their ashes. Nobody did this anymore. So, why would she do it? And who did she do it for?
It made me understand why it was so important to her. And for a reason I couldn’t explain, I was forced to go out and hand it back.
She was so furious. Never seen that much anger in her eyes before.
And as she walked out the gate, I continued watching her.
It happened swiftly. She hadn’t been in the way or anything, yet a car ran into her, knocking her to the ground.
It felt as though, breath had been knocked out of my lungs.
I acted on impulse, running toward her, ahead of the securities.
The driver took off, leaving her abandoned by the road.
Something was wrong. She had been in the safe lane. Did that car run into her on purpose?
I got to where she was and scooped her into my arms without hesitation. She was passed out and bleeding from the head. Damnit!
Thankfully, the suite had a health care for urgent situations.
“Have someone follow that car. I want him brought to me!” I ordered the securities around and watched them hurry to execute the order.
I ran into the suite, heading straight to the health care center.
Lyric was well taken care of. It was reassuring when the nurses told me she’d be awake in a few hours.
I got to know she had a dormant wolf. Funny how this was never mentioned to me.
Apparently, it was the reason she couldn’t heal on her own.
With the imminent danger out of the way, I ordered her taken to my suite.
I had booked the suite with two rooms. It was the only one available at the timing of booking.
I laid Lyric in the second room, then went out to speak with the securities that had gone after the driver. Disappointing enough, they’d been unable to catch up with him.
But why would anyone do this to Lyric? It was obvious the car didn’t have the intention of killing her. It only wanted to hurt her.
Whoever was behind this, it must be someone who knew she didn’t have an active wolf and would take long to heal.
For a strange reason, yet again, this fueled me with so much rage. Even my wolf stirred angrily. Why would anyone do this to her?
I called for Nerion who was sharing the next suite with Kael.
Nerion, being my head of security, was very good with digging information. When it came to hacking and being smart, I didn’t think he had a rival.
“I need you to find everything you can on Lyric Harper. First, I need to know what her connection is with Roderick Fletcher. And more importantly, find out if she’s lost anyone important to her in recent years, and if the person’s corpse had gotten incinerated.”
One good thing about Nerion was the fact that he enjoyed getting new tasks. He loved it when he was busy.
“Right on it, Alpha,” he said with a dip and left.
I returned to Lyric’s room, grabbed a chair and v. lept.
Retrieving the necklace from my pocket, I opened the locket and felt a sharp pang in my chest when the ashes came into view.
“Who did you lose. Ivric Harner?” I murmured to mucolf
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It was exactly three a.m when she finally woke up. I was still on the chair, going through my phone when I noticed her stir awake.
She looked around, and when her eyes landed on me, surprise clouded her visage.
She looked like she was about to throw a million questions at me, but then she touched her bandaged head, and her expression turned sour.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.