Kayla
The night was frosty, and its warmth was buried under the stars, sealed by the moon and abandoned by the sun. The clouds roared as if they were being torn apart by lightning. It poured heavily. Thunder cracked on the sky, I shuddered and shut my eyes as the thunder cracked again and again. I couldn’t sleep. I kept pacing through the room nervously, a thousand thoughts bombarding my head.
Asher had left the chamber in a hurry, though I didn’t want to admit it but I was worried about him.
I don’t seem to understand why I was jealous of the connection he had with Emily, she was dead yet Asher was still struggling to live. I had no idea what it felt like to lose a mate. But I could only imagine the gruesome pain that came with it.
Pacing up and down the room was not going to help so I decided to take a shower. Just maybe the warm water would calm my nerves, help me think properly and maybe I could check on him.
I let go of the outfit and stepped into the shower. I turned on the water and it sizzled on my skin, the sore parts of my muscles pricking as the warm water felt like tiny needles. I had been standing for as long as I could remember and now that the warm water was relaxing my muscles, my eyelids began to droop. The warm bed and soft featherlike sheets were calling out to me. I wanted to tuck myself into the sheets and bury my head in the soft pillows. Hence, I turned off the shower, stepped out of the washroom, and dried myself with a towel. I picked up my pajamas and wore them and gruffly pulled my hair into a bun.
My gaze kept flitting to the door but I could not hear any sounds of footsteps arriving. I could not handle the drama or the silence anymore. I could either pace through the chamber or wait for him or I could start exploring the castle and find where he was.
Letting out a deep breath, I opened the door to my chamber and stepped outside. The night wind was a bit chilly and I was glad that I was fully clothed.
I went through the hallways, slowly making my way through the passage, exploring through the huge maze and I almost bumped into someone. It felt like I had almost walked into a wall and my body, which felt already sore from all the pacing and standing, got another bolt of pain delivered to it.
I had opened my mouth to scowl but then I saw the familiar face I met at the party.
It was Robin, Asher’s younger brother.
“Oh, I.. I am sorry, Luna.” He muttered and gave me a smile.
“It’s nothing, okay.”
“Luna, are you lost? Perhaps, you want one of the guards or maids to direct you to your chamber.” Robin asked, and I shook my head.
“I am looking for Asher. Please can you tell me where I can find him?”
Robin took a pause but then he quickly recovered and gave me his charming smile again. He scratched his forehead before saying, “He would be in his study, he goes there when he has a lot on his mind and also when he doesn’t want to be disturbed.”
” Oh, Please if it is not much, maybe you could guide me to his study?” I asked.
He pointed to the left and muttered, “Third door on your left from that passageway,”
I smiled, ” Thank you so much, Robin.”
He straightened his back, took my hands, and kissed it. “Anything for you, Luna.” And I could only blink as he walked away, his robe swishing in the air.
I took a few breaths to calm my nerves and followed the path given by Robin. It did not take me long to find the big oak door of Asher’s study and it was slightly open making me believe that he was inside. I paused at the doorway, unsure of what to say to him.
I knew I wanted to offer my sympathy. I could ask if he wanted to talk about the things that were hurting him. Be a shoulder for him to lean on, maybe he would trust me and open up.
I let out a deep breath, I decided to go inside and see him, knowing if I kept thinking about all of these things, I would never be able to do it.
I peeked into the dimly lit study, hoping to see him and I felt my feet and thoughts freeze in the tracks. Elena was in Asher’s arms and they were kissing each other passionately.
A hot wave of jealousy crept up my spine and I leaned back against the wall with my hand over my chest.
Was this why he lied and left the chamber in a hurry? Could it be that he preferred to spend the night with his whore than me?
I felt anger course through my veins. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this furious about something.
How stupid was I to believe that he was hurting and in pain?
While I had been worried about him and had decided to just meet and comfort him. But he was busy kissing his mistress,
I threw the doors of our chamber open, almost tore the sheets away, and got in the bed. I waited and waited and waited for Asher to come inside the chamber, to talk to me, to freaking tell me what was going on.
But he did not… Not immediately and not even for the rest of the night.
So I tossed and turned in the bed angrily, willing sleep to relieve me of the torturous thoughts of the wild night Asher and his mistress were probably going to have.
I had let my idiotic feelings make the rational part of me forget that he had a mistress that he cared for and cherished. And he had known her long before me. And the truth remains that he would prefer to let his guard down around her and it shows just how close the two were.
Wait!!
Why the hell was I getting jealous again? She could seduce and fuck him all she wanted.
I did not care. I would not care.
I kept repeating it in my head and hated the fact that I did care.
After what felt like an eternity, I managed to fall asleep, plotting my revenge and imagining myself as the one kissing Asher before sleep finally welcomed me.