Leilani.
Call a she-devil but it’s been two days since New Year’s Eve. Two days since I caught the triplets watching . Two days since I realized that they’d seen kiss Jarek. And guess what?
I wanted them to see more!
I wanted them to have a taste of their own dicine, but not because I necessarily wanted to get back at them for the past, it was because I just wanted to satisfy that twisted dark part of that had been mistreated for so long.
I wanted to see how strong they could be... if they could ever be as strong as while dealing with the mate-bond’s curse.
Pushing thoughts of them to the back of my mind, I wrapped my newest favorite scarf around my neck— it was the red one that Jarek had gifted — as I made my way through the busy park with my coffee in hand and my tablet in the other.
Around so ti early this morning, I had gotten a distress call from Agnes who for so reason had vehently refused to let bring her over to my house. According to her, she wanted us to et at an open place, a place where we couldn’t be easily attacked, and I do not know why she would say sothing like that.
But I wasn’t one to argue, especially not after everything I’ve gone through and seen these past few weeks, and especially since I knew the kind of people that I had been cursed to share blood relations with.
The first thing—or person— I noticed when I stepped into the coffee shop was Agnes alright. But she looked nothing like the girl I grew up knowing. Her hands holding her cup were trembling uncontrollably and her eyes looked hollow, lost behind layers and layers of bruises covered under a very see-through layer of make up.
She tried to beam a smile at when she saw approaching but soon winced as if even that hurt. I frowned.
And goddess, I didn’t even start with a preamble. I didn’t beat around the bush. The first thing I asked her as soon as I plopped into the chair beside her was; "What the hell happened to you?"
Frankly, I wasn’t expecting her to say what it was. Knowing her, I knew that it would be as easy as going to mars to pry such information out of her. However, I was shocked when she began to speak almost imdiately, as if she’s been waiting all her life for soone to ask her that.
She muttered; "My boyfriend’s real na is Louis."
I frowned.
Is that supposed to ring a bell?
Am I supposed to jump at the ntion of his na?
Is he like so ex I do not rember?— mind you, I do not have a single ex.
I shrugged; "And who in Poseidon’s anus is Louis? Louis Vuitton?" I snapped, not missing the way a small smile touched her face before she quickly shook her head.
"Do you not rember Louis Hawthorne?"
"No."
"He was one of the popular boys in the pack. He also..."
"You seem to forget that I was also the most unpopular person back at the pack. Or maybe I was popular. I was popular in the sense that everyone was told to stay away from ." I answered, interrupting her, and hating the way that mory made my mouth go bitter.
She raised her eyes to et mine, and in that fleeting second, I saw sothing in her eyes, sothing that I knew too well. Guilt. She turned away.
"I was unpopular too." She said quietly, "...so unpopular that I didn’t even know I was dating one of the pack’s hottest boys. And pretty unpopular that I didn’t even know he had a mate."
I gasped. "Your boyfriend has a mate?!" I screeched, feeling my heart sink to my stomach at the thought of how despicable one had to be to have a mate but sleep with another.
—and there was her, the clueless one who was probably heartbroken right now.
I was however snapped out of my thoughts when she grabbed my arm, but not with too much force. She seethed; "I have a lot of things I want to say to you., Leilani"
"Agnes..."
"But first off you need to know that my boyfriend is your sister’s true mate." She spat before I even had enough ti to grasp her words.
It took a mont for the words to sink in and when it did, my blood literally turned to ice.
Silence.
That was all that settled between us for the next few minutes. And while I sat there processing her words, she slowly took sips of her coffee. But I didn’t miss the way her eyes kept wandering or the almost imperceptible way she would tremble whenever anyone made a sudden sound.
Her eyes searched my face as if she was looking for sothing important. It seed as though she was gauging my expression to know if she could go on with whatever bombshell she had left to drop.
When she still wouldn’t speak, I nodded quietly, subconsciously squeezing her hands in mine as I said; "you can go on..."
And that was all the permission she needed. She spat; "You rember when I was telling you about a certain soone who’s been helping retrieve the CCTV footage? The one who lets scratch his balls and tickle is anus..?"
"Agnes—"
"He’s the one." She said suddenly, making freeze in shock.
My body went rigid when everything soon ca rushing into my head, filling with more confusion than fear.
Because... why did he help us then?
Why did he help us release the tapes if protecting Chalice is what he wants to do?
"And he’s been asking for information about you." She continued. And at that, I froze for a millisecond before turning to look at her. "He’s been literally trying to beat and torture the information out of ... and Leilani I think there’s sothing else going on... sothing darker and probably twisted. I also think he’s responsible for your sister’s pregnancy, not the triplets."
Normally, while I would’ve found that hard to believe, I didn’t. Why? Because it was Chalice we were talking about here!
The sa Chalice with two personalities. One: Candy which I still haven’t been able to unlock; then the Chalice which everyone knows of.
Another reason I never found it difficult to believe was due to the conversation I had with Jarek all those weeks back. The one where he said he’d overheard a guy talking about ’Candy’
And now, I couldn’t help but think that this was the sa guy.
But there were too many missing pieces.
Too many things that do not make sense.
While I should be wondering about the things that didn’t make sense, I didn’t. Instead, I was more worried about the girl in front of . The girl who was obviously being abused by this said guy all because of .
I opened my mouth just then, ready to ask her to co live with for the next few days when suddenly, a large fist pounded against our table, and in reflex, Agnes jumped, her eyes widening when it t that of the tallest bulkiest piece of shit I’ve seen in a very long ti.
He looked like the perfect depiction of the word ’depraved’ with dark eyes and an even darker smirk. He drawled; "Babe."
But she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at ! She cried; "Run, Leilani!"
And maybe I should’ve run, maybe I should’ve done as she’d asked of , but as soon as I heard the words; "it’s Louis!" sothing inside of snapped and I picked up my cup of coffee and I did the first thing I could think of.
I hurled it straight into his face!
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