Chapter 133
“Those are a lot of sweet words,” I said.
The second that Darian stopped touching me the perpetual maze of emotions returned like they’d missed me. The feeling wasn’t mutual. I had loved not feeling anything except a numbing pleasure but now, seeing them and hearing all of the shit that played in my head, it was like a party with the ghost of my past dancing on my heart with nails under their feet while they reenacted every bad thing that’s ever happened. When Darian touched me that all went away, when he touched me, I could finally breathe again but it was gone now, he stepped back and I was colder than ever.
He searched my face with a questioning glare and I knew that he knew- he knew exactly what his touch did to me.
“Everything I’m saying is the truth,” he promised.
“I’m sure it is but so were the things you said in the palace, they were true in that moment,”
His features twisted in a grimace and of course, he was frustrated, he was begging for forgiveness that I couldn’t give him, not yet anyway- if ever.
There was still no movement outside the room and it didn’t make sense that it’d take this long for the Dark Guard to find us.
Darian didn’t say a word, he just stood in his spot and his eyes traced over my face.
“What exactly are we waiting for in here?” I crossed my arms over my chest and chewed on my lip.
Gabe and Abby were in the other room and Nate was in the third one so whoever walked in, we’d have them covered from almost all sides.
“Kiera. Nate said that they’re bringing her and Ophelia here,”
I furrowed my brows and looked at him incuriously.
“And you’re sure you can trust him?”
“I am,”
It didn’t matter, no part of me trusted Nate, not after I thought I got him killed only for him to reappear.
“He did what I asked him to. Nate has one of those faces that can get in anywhere. We use him for infiltrations,”
I scoffed and turned around. Of course, that’s what he was used for, I trusted the bastard because he knew I would.
Something caught my eye over by the desk and I dragged my feet over there while relishing in the distance I created between me and Darian.
“Infiltrations and fake deaths apparently,” I murmured under my breath.
I’m just going to pretend that Nate’s a ghost, here to get us out and then he’ll disappear because thinking of it any other way- or remembering the truth- only brought me pain and tons of anger.
The desk was white with rusty golden handles on two smaller drawers. At first, I thought it was meant for the men who worked here, a station where they sat to do paperwork but looking down at the pile of clear papers and crayons in different colors spread out on a leather case, something told me that it wasn’t grown-ups who sat here.
I pulled open one of the drawers and bit down, my jaw cracked from the pressure but I ignored it and pulled out the drawing that I’d found.
A yellow sun sat in the upper right corner and under a red blanket was green luscious grass. On the blanket was a girl, just her, and she was sitting surrounded by flowers in different colors.
It looked peaceful- it looked like freedom.
With scraggly letters in different sizes both big and small was a name in the bottom corner.
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Kiera.
“Darian,” I turned around, he was still watching me but I was glad that he hadn’t moved. I held out my hand and waited for him to take the drawing.
It was Kiera’s panting but why would she sit in a cold dark room by a lonesome desk and paint?
And the painting of the girl, all alone, was that mean to be her?
Imagining being here alone gave me the chills but then to think of a five-year-old little girl sitting here in this grey room without any toys or windows and just one lamp to give her light- my throat was closing up as the emotions welled to the surface from the mere thought.
No child would willingly sit alone in a dark room and paint.
“Maybe she wasn’t alone,” Trixy said.
“Why do I feel almost certain that she was?”
The shallow sound of a door opening had me whipping my head toward the door. I looked at Darian to make sure he was ready but he wasn’t looking at me and he wasn’t reacting to the sound; he was watching the drawing and flickering his eyes over the girl on the blanket, his lips relaxed and he drew a deep
breath that softened his shoulders.
I walked up to him and grabbed the drawing. I folded it into a square and put it in his pocket for him to keep and show Kiera once they were home.
“It’s time,” I said.
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