We were far away from the King’s house now.
With every step that I took, my heart drummed within itself in fear and curiosity on what was about to happen.
Adam had never said a word since we had left the holding cell. He had just been humming to himself a tune that I couldn’t seem to place no matter how hard I tried to rack my brain for it in the bid to curb the boredom that was assailing me.
Next to books, music was my next favorite. It was among the stuff that had aided me during the bullying days.
Now, all that seemed so far away. This part of the King’s arena made it so. I have never seen or been to such a cold place, devoid of life in the pack.
It was as if no living thing existed here, even though there were some trees. Well, the trees were dry as death.
What was this place?
The old Adam would have loved to explain this. But did I ever know the old Adam? Was there even an old and a new? What if all these had been a pretense?
No, it can’t be. I had literally been in his mind. I had seen his emotions and fears. No way could he be this mood swingy. Something must have happened to him? Had he been poisoned? Had he been given something to forget me, or hate me?
I decided to try again.
“Adam, how long do we have to walk till we get to our destination?” I queried, biting my lips, taking a sharp breath dramatically when he turned and stared at me; glared at me rather.
“Did you just call me by my name, slave? Did you hit your head somewhere? It’s prince Adam, not Adam. Are we clear?” He questioned, sneering at me like a high school bitch would.
It had me cocking my head to the side, staring at him aghast. Surely, this is not Adam.
This must be an imposter, who had taken the face of Adam to scorn me.
What had I been thinking of following him here? I should turn around and flee. I thought, seeing that he had turned his face away from me to the driest vegetation I have ever seen. A look of unrest appeared and disappeared from his face for a second before he swiveled around and continued walking.
Why was he uneasy? Surely that must be something. But then, I had decided not to follow him.
Without much ado, I turned around and began to tiptoe back to the path we came through, hoping that once he, whoever he was, had realized that I was not walking with him, I would be back at the holding cell.
Probably I was too stupid to believe that Adam was a saint, but then, even when he was a bully, he would never sneer like a woman, like Claire.
Yes, that’s exactly what it had looked like. Like he had just taken the form of Claire.
Even when Adam was a bully, when I was his playtoy, he would never even glare at me that way, no, I hadn’t even been worth his glare.
But this was new. This wasn’t Adam.
I quickened my steps, holding my breath as my eyes hit the holding cells building.
I was running now, relieved that I was going back to a cell; a sharp contrast
to my feelings when I had been brought away from it by Adam.
But then, it was better to stay in the cell and wait for the real Adam, than follow this imposter to wherever it was that he was taking me to.
In my muttering and thinking state, I wasn’t aware when I bumped into a rock, or rather a person with a body as hard as a rock.
Quickly, I looked up, sighing in relief when I saw Noah staring down at me.
Though it was dark, I could still make out his features, just not his eyes.
Ignoring the bland emotions on his face, I began to speak away.
“Someone.. came to the cell and took me away. Someone that looked like Adam. I think he is an imposter.” I said in a rush, forgetting that Noah had also been at the holding cell when the imposter had taken me away.
“You think I am an imposter? The audacity of this idiot.” I heard a cold voice from behind me, causing me to shrink, if possible, into my shell.
The owner of the voice, Adam, I would have to call him that, since Noah wasn’t saying anything to refute his claim, stated agrily, dragging me by the arm the next minute, so sharply that his fingers drew blood on my skin.
I was shocked. No. If there was a deeper word than that. I would be that.
No matter the extent of bullying, Adam had never laid his hand on me, not to mention draw blood.
It was dark, yet I could make out the fact that the sight of my blood made him…happy.
That was weird.
I turned to Noah to explain my situation, only to see the third triplet, Daniel, standing right beside him.
Okay, this couldn’t be some imposter.
The three brothers were here now, glaring at me like I had stolen some gold from them. This was real. I was in real dipshit.
What could make the three brothers hate me this way?
I was stuck right in their middle, with no way to escape, no way to outrun them. The least I could do was to find out what I had done to warrant such evil treatment from them, especially my Adam.
Was the prefix, my, necessary any longer? I didn’t think so. He was no longer mine. I was sure now that he never was.
I wouldn’t say it had been nice while it lasted because it tasted so much bitter now, that I had forgotten the joy that had come from being with him.