Blood Legacy Chapter 114: 112. Fuck off!

We drove in silence all the way back home, feeling her gaze constantly shift to throw me inconspicuous looks.

I didn't bother turning to face her, or maybe even ask her what was going on inside her mind. Because I already knew.

She was worried. And curious as hell. She wanted to know why I said what I said to Jess during our lunch time and most of all, where I'd gotten that bangle from. She'd even questioned me about it earlier when we met back into the parking lot. She knew that I wouldn't deliberately wear such uncomfortable item around my wrist, especially now with my current preferred way of clothing.

I wanted to tell her. I really did. After all, she was my sister, my best and closest friend. But there was one thing stopping me; her bond with Estefany.

I definitely knew how it worked. That tether, that irresistible pull. She wouldn't be able to go on without telling her. And because Estefany was Nathan's ex-lover and future warrior, of course she would immediately tell him everything.

Hence my dilemma.

I impatiently kept tapping my foot against the car's floor, and once she'd finally pulled in our driveway I shot out of that car faster than the wind and sprinted straight inside, not even bothering to retrieve my schoolbag first. I just wanted to be alone again. Away from everything and everyone.

So I hurried upstairs and shut myself into the comforting solitude of my bedroom, blowing out a long exhale as I rested my forehead against the closed door for a moment.

I felt so fucking tired. And sick again. My stomach's been acting up for a few days now. I'd been feeling so nauseous and kinda hazy too. Not to mention that there were times when I felt so hot and uncomfortable throughout the day, making me wish that I could just rip my clothes off and throw some cold water on myself to cool off. I had absolutely no idea what was going on with me. But I couldn't exactly bring myself to care enough to do something about it either.

So I simply settled for nice and long cold showers every day, followed by dreamless little naps within the comforting embrace of Darius' hoodie.

And I was about to do just that, lazily turning around whilst my hands worked to rid myself of that suffocating hoodie. I pulled it off my back and threw it on the floor, my body however startling as if being zapped by an electric current as soon as my gaze fell on that dark silhouette casually standing close by my vanity.

"Shit, what the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?!?" I cried out with equal alarm and vexation, my anger rising by the second as I held a hand against my wildly beating heart.

He remained silent and unflinching, his vivid green eyes however falling on the bangle around my wrist. I immediately remembered that it was perfectly visible now that my arms were bare, thanks to that flimsy tank top I was wearing.

I rushed to hide it underneath my arm by crossing my arms over my chest, my head tilting to the side as I threw him the nastiest glower I could muster.

"What part of "I do not want to see you ever again" did you not understand? Are you fucking dumb or something?"

He only blinked in reply and raised his gaze to meet my own, that stupidly stubborn look I've already grown to know so damn well taking over his features.

Great.

"Get. The fuck. Out of my room!" My breathing increased as I had advanced straight towards him in my rising temper, pointing an angry finger at his chest.

But he simply crossed his arms over his chest into an openly defiant way, spewing out a single word.

"No,"

"What do you mean "no"?" I incredulously shouted back, stunned by his audacity.

What the fuck?!?

I lightly shook my head with utter disbelief. Could he be any more idiotic?

"Dude, I'm gonna blast you again! I don't give a shit. I'm powerful now, remember? I have my magic now and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" I reminded him with a humourless laugh.

"Those days are over, Nathan! I'm not helpless anymore, or stupid! I will fucking hurt you if I have to, so you better get the fuck out before I lose my shit and blast you to the fucking moon!" My voice had gradually risen in volume as I'd shouted all that in his face, carefully hiding any trace of that small twinge of fear and hesitation tugging at my conscience.

I'd be lying to myself if I said that I didn't feel the slightest hint of remorse for throwing him through that door like I did that day, and that I was in fact scared of hurting him again. Yes, I was mad at him. I was fucking furious, and I hated his guts for lying to me like he did. He fooled me. He fucking tricked me into believing that he had fallen in love with me and that he'd only accepted to be king because I was his true soulmate and he wanted to make me his queen. I wanted to chop his fucking balls off for that and then feed them to him.

But for the life of me, for the love of everything that was pure and holy on this planet, I couldn't seem to be able to shake that feeling of guilt, that tiny tug inside my heart. He was my soulmate too. I shared a bond with him, small and waning as it was right now. I'd fallen in love with him, shared pieces of my mind and soul with him. I couldn't just wipe that all away. Even if I very much wanted to, with everything I had left in me.

"Okay, stop," I abruptly snapped back into reality as if being slapped awake, jolting with surprise at the sudden feeling of his warm hands on my shoulders.

"Please just fucking stop and listen to me!"

I stared up at him, that hint of desperation and even remorse so painfully visible in his green eyes. But I couldn't believe him. I refused to do so. Ever again.

"I didn't come here to argue with you, okay?" He blew out a frustrated exhale and I tilted my head to the side, pursing my lips.

"But why did you come here then, Nathan?" *Come on. Just lie to me again like you always do.*

He simply stared at me for a moment, his gaze beseeching as he peered between my eyes.

"I just..."

*What? You just what?*

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, okay?" My body started to mildly tremble at the sound of that, my anger suddenly rising back up with a vengeance.

But he didn't seem to care or even notice for that matter, simply continuing to yap his mouth.

"I'm sorry that I dragged you into this mess, and that I didn't tell you the whole truth," he said and his voice wavered, my hands however balling into fists at my sides as I struggled to rein myself in. This was too fucking much. I was going to snap if he didn't stop soon.

He peered between my eyes, so desperate for me to me believe him as he hoarsely uttered,

"I thought that I was doing the right thing, for my people and yours, our kingdom. I didn't realize how damaging it was going to be for you,"

There was a very teensy tiny part of me that had been refusing to fully believe what Darius had told me about the ritual, about Nathan's prior knowledge of what it entailed exactly... Maybe it was the remaining trace of that strong bond we once shared, or maybe I really was that stupid and gullible. I had no idea which of the two it actually was.

But now, now that I was hearing him apologize for it and even openly admit that he'd lied to me...

It instantly shattered. That tiny sliver of disbelief. It was gone. Blinked out of existence within the fraction of a second.

*Fuck.*

Now I really wanted to hurt him.

He seemed to finally notice the way my body shook and that downright murderous glint in my eyes, his hands limply falling at his sides as he looked down at me with what could only be described as physical and tangible, utter pain.

Good.

"Carina..." My eyelids fluttered tightly shut, fearing that if I did look at him a single second longer I'd fucking lose it and actually obliterate him or something.

"Love...I'm so sorry..." he quietly uttered, that hopelessness in his tone unfortunately only managing to bring me closer on the brink of insanity. And gritted teeth I venomously spat out,

"Get. The fuck. Out,"

"NOW!" My shrill and loud scream bounced off the walls, highlighting only a fraction of what I felt inside. I was shattered. Agonizing from the burning pain and desolation.

He lied to me. Everything that Darius told me was true. They didn't care about me. No one did. They were only after my power. My blood legacy.

An ear-deafening cry erupted from within my throat, now completely alone once again as he'd immediately vanished. I let my body slump to the carpeted floor, my shoulders shaking as audible sobs and whimpers wracked throughout my body.

He lied to me.

He really did fucking lie to me.