Chapter Sixty-Eight
Tristan’s POV:
It was just very hard to get them together to just keep quiet and listen or just talk with one voice.
Everyone always had something to say about how their day went or how exhausting or interesting it was.
If it was not that, they were out drinking and marrying their lives away. It was like their lives were tied to drinking. It was even hard to get everyone together all at once.
I made my mind up already, whatever happened today, I was going to tell them. It was better to know now, the earlier the better as humans would say.
This and a few other things about this world made it more bearable. But he had endured and survived this long with them and should not keep them in the dark about such vital information as this, the reason they were here in the first place: the rival.
They had lost all hope and thought they were just chasing a ghost as the rival could have died a long time ago or they gave them the wrong direction.
“I am glad we can sit down together as a family. It has been a very long time since we did as everyone has been busy with one thing or the other. It feels great again, actually, it reminds me of where we came from,” I started trying to ease the tension and make light of the mood.
“The last time we sat down like this was when our mission to find the rival failed,” Drew had said. I knew he was indirectly telling me to say what I had to say and get on straight with it.
“Okay, if you must know now, that is the same reason we are here…”
“I do not understand,” Drew had said, interjecting me again. At this time, I was so furious and wanted to hit him in the face.
“Could you just let me finish? This would not take 30 minutes of your time, I also have things that I must do,” I continued and waited to see if anyone had any more opposition to do.
“Good, as I was saying, it is the very same reason we are gathered here today. I think I might have found the rival we have been looking for,” I dropped.
Everywhere was silent, I knew the magnitude of what I said. It was for this same reason we almost lost everything we had including our dreams and aspirations. Everyone was still trying to process it.
“Are you sure about this?” Molly had been the first to break the silence. I knew she would because she hated it when we were silent.
“All these years, the rival has been here. And we could not find her?” Drew asked.
“Yes, I like to think that we have been looking in all the wrong places, looking for girls with gold and class when in fact she was raised like every other normal human being here, living a quiet and simple life. I doubt she even knows who she is,” I could not estimate the depth of my words as I saw everyone had gone into deep thought.
I did a lot of thinking too when I found out. I had to weigh what I had to lose or gain if I decided to take on this mission again.
Molly’s POV:
Things were moving quite well for me. My boyfriend was the best and we tried as much as possible to keep our communication open. We spoke all the time, all day.
It felt good to have someone want to hear about all you did during the day, ranging from when you woke up, what you wore, what you did, and what you ate.
It made me feel wanted and needed like I was important to someone like I meant the world to someone.
Last week, Tristan complained my boyfriend was “stealing” me from them. He complained about how I barely spent any time at home or with them.
Drew seems to have become sober since his incident with the cops. His license had been revoked pending when he had proved to be of good behavior. It was exciting as well as endearing.
I had almost forgotten all about Dark.
Tristan has been looking too serious these days, always saying he had something to say to us, let us get together. If it was not Drew that will be missing, it would be someone else.
We finally sat down, all of us to talk and he had said he thinks he found the princess. I did not know whether to laugh or cry, be happy or sad.
If this was true, there might be a very high possibility that I would have to leave my newfound life and go back.
Something my boyfriend would never understand, how could I tell him that I was never from this world and was barely here for a mission I thought had failed? Only to discover the rival was very much alive.
Tristan’s POV:
I wasn’t able to determine if it had been able to alert whoever or whatever sent it through to cause an accident.
Those friends of hers were possessive though, I’ll give them that. But that doesn’t mean they would be able to stand against forces from beyond if Fiona’s identity and hideout were determined.
I could foresee some problems with the dynamic of their trio shortly, anyway.
With the way that James guy hung on James’ every word and appointed himself her unpaid guard, I could bet my most treasured weapon that he had unrequited feelings for her. Not that that concerned me anyway.
What seeing that Harrington had taught me, however, was that I needed to tell her about her ancestry, and fast.
But first, I needed to alert my people. And that’s why we were having this meeting. It wasn’t going well, so far, anyway.
They didn’t look like they were interested in the whole meeting. Then I dropped the rival bomb, and it all went to hell. Like I took their life away from them for a few seconds.