Chapter Seventy-Two
Fiona’s POV:
I’d be lying if I said my mind was settled after all of these. I couldn’t even begin to understand and relate with all Veronica had said and I have a feeling it was just the surface.
All that detail about Darka and demons and dragons and royalty was freaking me out but there was just one thing on my mind, finding Thomas and Alex.
Thomas had a shit load of explanations to give me, but I could only get that if he was alive, hale, and hearty.
Veronica was a bit surprised when I asked her for the next step. She was probably expecting me to burst out with questions upon questions and I do have them, a truckload of questions.
However, it’s not the time to ask them. More paramount is the way forward.
It’s an overload on my senses and I don’t realize I’m screaming until Tristan starts to shove me gently, while Molly sprinkles some cold water on my face in an attempt to rouse me. When I come to, I’m seated on a bed, my back placed against the wall.
Tristan is hovering over me, worry and concern apparent on his face. It takes me a moment to realize he’s asking something.
I concentrate on picking myself out of the fuzz and try to concentrate on the sound of his voice and on reading his enunciation. I figure out “You’re, okay?” and answer but I realize it feels like my mouth has been in disuse for years. Instead, I nod.
Veronica pulls him away and makes an impatient sound in her throat “Calm down, bodyguard.”
“Get her some water,” she quips, and he grabs the jug of water on the table, pouring me a cup.
She takes it from him and hands it to me, a soft look in her eyes, the first show of gentleness she had shown me since morning.
I grab it gratefully and down the whole cup in a few gulps. Tristan is not done with the former train of discussion, though.
My voice is hoarse from all my screaming when I thank Veronica and my head is still pounding. She nods, all the prior seriousness returning to her face. She is businesslike again.
“I’m making dinner, you should eat something, you’re all bones,” she announces before she walks out and shuts the door.
I smile at this statement. I haven’t been eating well since Alex left, out of worry.
The curtains are drawn, so I can’t tell how dark it is outside and I’m not sure where my phone is right now.
I finally got the chance to look at my surroundings. It’s apparent, at first glance, that it’s a boy’s room, but somehow, I know this isn’t Thomas’ room. It doesn’t look lived in, for one and it just doesn’t seem like her style.
Painted and furnished in shades of purple and pink, it reminded me of Eleanor’s room, that time when she had her Barbie obsession. I remember she asked me to call her and resolve to do that later.
I wonder whose room this is, Veronica doesn’t have another boy, as far as I know. My neck is beginning to drink from the stiff posture, so I adjust and rest against the lavender shade pillows.
Tristan’s POV:
It became all quiet, almost like we were in mourning. In moments like this, I wish I was a mind reader, I wish I could hear their thoughts. I turned, looking at each one of them, and could not guess what went through their minds.
For Jesse, it was an expressionless face. He was not the type to show emotion, he would rather her plump lips bleed, it was the only way you could know he was in pain or nervous.
Today, he seemed to not be doing any of that or was keeping it under control.
For Molly, I could not tell. I could only guess that she was bothered about the man she loved.
One time she was trying to convince me that he was too good for her, she said “In all my life of living no one has ever or come close to understanding me as he does.
It is like destiny and fate, you know. It is not forced, you just know, it is there, it is natural and only he can turn pain into laughter to cover my wounds. If I did not know any other day, I knew that day and was sure she had found true love.
Drew is not someone I had to bother about. Amongst us, he was happier when the mission had failed, and he got a chance to stay back.
He had immediately begun taking driving lessons and nothing we said or did would make him change his mind.
Another thing, I swear Drew had a drinking problem. In this part of the world, they would have suggested he went to rehab to help with his drinking problem for he would not stop drinking until he is point-blank dead to his senses.
Myself, I am ashamed to admit that I have not even thought about myself in all these. The rest of us had found something interesting to do here and I just seemed to have… nothing, no, nothing at all.
I like to think that between the four of us, I was the one with nothing to lose. I had no hobby or passion, no lover or partner, no one I cared about, or no one that cared about me.
In this world, they would term me a lonely person and would advise me to see a therapist soon as I am likely to become suicidal.
In our world, it was a sign of great control and freedom. Being able to keep yourself from all these ways and still if I am not mistaken is a big feat.
“We have to help them, you know,” I said when no one was willing to break the silence. I said this about Fiona whom I and Veronica had brought.
I left them in the car and here I was trying to explain the situation. I had to bring them, it was pretty obvious that their place was no longer safe.