Chapter 43
Evelynne:
When he had mentioned that we needed to talk, I had assumed it was about our discussion from days back which had led to our first disagreement with one another.
A huge part of me didn’t want to converse about it, cause somehow, I knew with everything in me that, no matter what, or how far Rhysand and I end up going, I’ll never mention about my reasons for where my issues with Desmond rooted from.
Yet, a smaller part wish I could just confide in him. I wanted someone to talk to. I wanted to be understood. I yearned for someone to tell me that I was on the right path, and that my choice of exacting vengeance was valid.
I knew it was valid–but, I just wanted to talk about it with someone I could trust.
Trust? the word sounded comical to me.
I had trusted Desmond with my heart and my body and soul, but he discarded it away immediately after having his fill.
Trust?
I had trusted Gabriella enough to confide in her stupidly, unknown to me that my words would be used as a weapon for my death.
How sure was I that the man before me wouldn’t be the same as the people from my past
I really wanted to trust him.
But I just couldn’t.
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I just couldn’t trust anyone to that extent–again, not even him. My eyes trailed back to Rhysand.
I noticed the sealed file in his hand and it made me wonder what exactly he was here to talk about. Rhysand noticed my line of my sight, and he raised the file up, “We got some trails.”
I rose a brow at him in confusion, “What do you mean by that?”
“We got some suspicious trials to the Alpha of Crescent Moon pack.” My heart rate piqued at his words.
Trails? what
My eyes met Rhysand’s at the realization that he wasn’t here to talk about what happened days back–which perhaps simply meant, he didn’t care.
I should be gleeful that he found something on Desmond, but the feeling was only little in my chest, something else took a larger part and my lips pressed into a thin line as I couldn’t understand what was going on with me.
I was simply losing it.
Intense as Rhysand’s eyes were, the urge to look away wasn’t there anymore, all I wanted to do now was look into them, and get lost in them.
An empty feeling filled my chest, and my palms subtly fisted my clothing as my mind wandered off back to the moment I was about to take my last breath… where all I could see was; his eyes, his fear of me dying as an indescribable spark went through us.
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I couldn’t help but wonder why my bond with Desmond had to be completely broken before the moon goddess decided to bless me while I was soaked on my death blood.
Thinking back about it, I wondered what happened after I passed away. What did Rhysand do? did he just leave my dead body in the living room of Desmond’s place? did he take me with him? what happened to Desmond? did he ever get what was coming for him? karma? and Gabriella… was she able to walk free after all she did?
And what happened to Rhysand especially?
The short mate bond pull between us on that day of my death seemed to have severed after I breathed my last, cause ever since I was reborn, not once have I felt a mate pull towards him.
Mate pull? no
Attraction perhaps? somehow yes.
My mind drifted off, and I wondered if I would survive in this life or die like before. Do I have to be close to my last breath before I feel the mate pull towards Rhysand?
For now, the mate bond isn’t there. I couldn’t feel it—not at all–and it only made sense that he couldn’t either.
A soothing feeling filled my chest, at the fact that at least there wasn’t a one sided situation between us. Where I might feel it and he won’t or where he would feel the mate bond, and I don’t.
If that were to happen… it would be disastrous cause somehow… despite the fact that I had rejected Desmond, I could still feel a pull to him which was hindered only by my hatred for him.
But as long as there was nothing of such one sided pull between Rhysand and I, then the two years between us should go smoothly and end on a good note.
“Are you listening to me?” My thoughts were interrupted by Rhysand’s voice.
Pulling back my full attention to him, I asked with my brows raising in question, “Huh? you were saying something?”
Rhysand stared blankly at me, noticing that I spaced out for a while. He shook his head, shutting his eyes close for a milli second and then opening it.
It felt like he was fighting something as he shook his head again, before releasing a sigh,
“You know, you could invite me in rather than have me standing out here while you space out,” he told me after a while, his eyes watching my every expression, and it was then I realized I hadn’t even offered him tea!
For someone who had just returned from God–knows–where and came straight to my place with dark circles under his eyes, I was heartless for not ushering him in.
“Sorry,” I moved away, “It slipped my mind,” I looked away from him, trying to hide the hint of embarrassment on my cheeks, “Come in.”
I looked up to meet his eyes after he didn’t walk in immediately, and I froze as all my senses went numb.
Rhysand wasn’t looking at my eyes, he was looking at my lips, again. And this time, I noticed it immediately, cause he didn’t
look away.
The time seemed to freeze and it felt like the world stopped spinning as time halted. His gaze lingered, and his eyes darkened, the unreadable looks in his perfect eyes sent a shiver through me.
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I opened my lips to say something but I just couldn’t find the right words, he glanced up, meeting my eyes, and for a moment, the air between us thickened, charged with something I didn’t know how to name.
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Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I suddenly felt perched, my throats dry as if I hadn’t had water in days. The way he looked at me. I would be lying to myself if I said there wasn’t attraction in it–but this wasn’t just about ‘attraction. It was need, pure primal want. And it shook me to my core.
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly too dry as I remained unsure of what to say–cause in truth, whatever that was, shouldn’t be happening between us.
And why I was this affected, after swearing to stay arms length away from men in general, and this man in particular remained something I had no idea of
Thank you” he muttered, in a voice like and rough, breaking the silence, as he finally looked away from me completely glancing further into the apartment.
Soon as he stepped in, I shut the door close, walking into the living room after him, eyes glued to his broad shoulders and the muscles that flexed as he moved, hidden by his black long–sleeve shirt.
I released a deep breath, the space between us felt tighter now and everything about him somehow pulled me in, making it harder tot think clearly.
I watched his every move as he finally sat on a couch and the sharp thought of realization hit me hard in the gut. No matter how much I tried to deny it or hide behind my build up walls, I couldn’t ignore the clear truth slapping my face.
I wanted him–not emotionally, not to open up to him, but I just wanted him.
My legs came to a halt as I tried to shake of the unsettling feeling shooting through my veins because I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t be feeling this way–it would lead to no good.
Rhysand pulled my attention back to him when he spoke out, “The trail I had kept on Desmond cane back with some reports.” Soon as his words were out, I immediately pushed away the distracting though from my head and walked into the living room, sitting on a couch across him.
He dropped the files he had brought with him on he table, using a finger to push it towards me.
I picked the sealed file and opened it.
Rhysand cejsre this throat, his voice deep and measured as he continued, “There’s something off. There’s a big truck that left Plymouth on Friday night and drove down to the borders of his pack’s lands.” My ears picked his words immediately and even before he could complete it, I could already tell where he was heading to.
Plymouth was one of Desmond’s Pack city, it was inside his border.
Rhysand took a thoughtful pause, eyes never leaving me as he gave me his full attention, “It’s quite odd.”
I arched a brow, curiousuty piqued, “Odd how?”
His dark eyes met mine, “It was unmarked, no insignia at all. Nothing to tie them back to wheover is behind it. But they seem to be his. I’m sure of it. Had my men look into it, and it appears that a truck moving from Plymouth to his pack border has been a constant practice every Friday night for the last couple of years.”
My heartbeat quickened at his words, and I tried to keep my expression neutral.
“Truck? Very Friday?” I asked.
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Rhysand rested his back to the couch, “The consistency has been too much to be considered as mere coincidence
I furrowed my brows, recalling how meticulously Desmond had guarded certain areas of his territory in my past life.
I never thought much of it at the time–my focus back then had been elsewhere, consumed by the crumbling of my relationship with him and my eventual death. But now… now it felt like a piece of a larger puzzle.
“What do you think they’re transporting?” I couldn’t help but ask, tone edged with suspicion.
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Rhysand shrugged, leaning forward slightly, his forearms resting on his knees. “Could be anything. Weapons, drugs, something illegal for sure. Desmond’s not stupid enough to leave an obvious trail.” Every single thing he was saying made sense, and I tried to think hard, if in case there was something I could remember.
You wanted help in bringing him down, here are some way. If perhaps he’s actually doing something.” Rhysand trailed
“We could cripple him and his influence.” I completed his words and he gave me a calm nod.
My mind raced as memories from my past life started to resurface.
The documents.
I could recall them now. There had been document which he never allowed me to reach, no matter what.
A night in my past life when I had been snooping around in Desmond’s study. I had stumbled upon a box under his desk. filled with files and papers that seemed too important to be left out in the open.
Closing my eyes to remember what I read in them, I felt a sharp ache shoot through my head the deeper I tried to think
I remember opening the first couple of files, and only seeing the title but never got the chance to read them through- Desmond had walked in, catching me in the act.
The look on his face had been enough to send a chill down my spine, and he had quickly confiscated the box, his fury barely contained, which had led to him forcing his way and frustrations through me that night.
The memory scratched my head and the experience clawed at my heart.
But that box… it had to be connected to this. Even if it is, it must be a very important document and I wanted to get my
hands on it.
Rhysand’s voice cut through my thoughts, “I haven’t had enough on it yet. But we can get inside his operation–get someone close enough to know what he’s doing.”
His words sounded convincing and simple, but I knew deeply within me that there was no way we would be able to get someone close to him.
Desmond was that careful. If anything, I would have to get te information I needed myself, but that would mean taking myself back to his territory.
Rhysand watched some skeptically, “Penny for your thoughts?”
I shook my head, “It’s nothing.” The lie slipped out of my lips and I looked down to read the report he brought with him.
My eyes remained glued to the words, but my thoughts were far away from the present.
I need the files.
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If it would get me at least a step close to making Desmond bleed, then I have to get it.
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