“So how long do you think it will take before they arrive here?” Julius asked Yodah, after some minutes had passed of the latter staring down at Aiden for lying to him. Aiden had of course, had no choice but to do nothing. Freya hadn’t been entirely happy about the funny matter. After all, he had said the same words to Yodah in her face.
“Not long. They are almost here.” Yodah replied, pacing from one corner of the sitting room to the other, obviously not at ease. His actions mirrored the unease on Freya’s face too.
“I think y’all should calm down.” Emma mentioned. “I don’t think they are as bad as y’all are trying to make them be. I believe they will understand, since they are also of your kind, that is with all the due explanations of course.” She said, tapping Freya gently on her shoulders. The latter gave off a short smile before throwing her head back on the apex of the sofa and shutting her eyes, wishing she could just sleep off when her uncles come. But does it matter? She thought. They would just will her to awake.
“I believe Emma is right. They will understand the situation. I will help apologize on your behalf. After all, Freya had left their safety nets to come searching for me.” Aiden mentioned, ignoring the glare that he was getting from Yodah. The boy could glare at him all he wanted, but he wasn’t no saint either. If there is one sin that could be common amongst the different races in the earth, it is the little lies, eiter to protect or to hide an issue from being known. He was sure that the young male wasn’t any different.
“Thanks… Professor.” Emma drawled, causing Aiden to scoff, a smile slithering across his lips.
“You’re welcome Miss Drackson.” He replied, shrugging when his brother stared at him with a piqued up right eyebrow.
“That’s her last name.” He supplied, when he saw that he had attracted the attention of his lifemate.
“I’m gonna miss your history classes, sir. I think you make history look so real and cool.” Emma mumbled, her eyes darting towards a blank corner of the room; a blank stare. She had started the statement as a joke, but it had only reminded her that she would be leaving this place she had come to love, including its habitants, her friends and the love of her life.
Freya touched her hands gently. “We will visit. Or I will rather, if they don’t.”
“Thanks Freya.” Emma muttered, smiling weakly, before getting up on her feet. “I am a bit tired and sleepy. I think my bed calleth unto me.”
“Go knock yourself out. You need it.” Yodah said, a short smile on his lips. During the short time spent together with Emma, he had come to see her as a girl whom he can relate very well with, just like Freya. Well, they both look alike though, and talk the same way.
Emma nodded with a smile, before turning away from them and walking towards her room, her face up high all the way.
When she got to her room, the faux smile waned off and she sighed deeply, dropping tiredly on the bed, a bit relieved that she was alone. She had been keeping up with appearances, acting all goofy and healed off when the reverse was taking place wthin her. And although she appreciated the efforts of her new friends, she was glad for this time alone.
She got rid of her socks, and slipped underneath the bed sheets, shut her eyes and allowed her mind and thoughts to roam about.
She was going back home tomorrow, and although she wasn’t really sure about her feelings on the subject, she knew that she was definitely happy going to meet her sister. She only hoped the latter would understand all the happenings and not look at her as a freak.
A tear slipped off her eye, then another, until it became like a steady flow, but she didn’t bother to wipe it off. There was no will in her to do that. She just wanted to let it out. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t stop thinking about how her life had undergone a 360 degree turn over the space of one month. She couldn’t stop thinking about Derek and all their good times together. She couldn’t stop thinking about last night, about the hot sex they had had before his party. And lastly, she couldn’t stop thinking, couldn’t comprehend what and why he had done what he did, why he had humiliated her in front of his people, disregarding who they were to each other, and the silent vows she had made.
When she had rejected him at the party after his hurtful speech, she had felt a searing pain in her heart, a pain that had almost caused her to double over. She would have actually done so but for the remnant of her pride and dignity, not wanting to show them that his words had actually gotten to her so bad that she felt like dying.
And although she was highly curious on why he had done what he did, she was angry that he had thought it easier to dispose of her like she meant nothing. She didn’t think that whatever the issue was, was great enough to make him humiliate her that way. But he had thought so and did it.
She would never forgive him. She thought, turning over to the other side of the bed, finally using her hand to take a swipe on the tears running down her cheek.
She would make him pay. She swore vehemently, as soon as she remembered Casper whom she had killed in the fit of rage.
This particular thought brought to her notice that Prescott wasn’t yet back. She bit her lips as she wondered if the mages’ community had believed the lie. She hoped they did. At least it will assuage the guilt she was feeling for killing Casper.