Chapter 468: Call Of The Banshee
A/N: Song For The Background ~ Snake Pit Poetry By Einar Selvik & Hilda Orvarsdottir
Even though it feels like a lost time is coming into my grasp once again. I still feel hollow, confused, and on the verge of losing everything. The very moment I open my mouth to say the very words I wanted to protect from him it will break him. The painful truth of my death and the reason I was stuck in my endless nightmare.
To be in this very situation was one I anticipated and one I wish not to be in. I knew it was childish of me to keep the truth from him, prolonging things and further confusing him and my affection for him was not the right call. I never wanted it to be this way, I could feel every tangle and knot of his swirling emotions. He’s breaking and driving towards a cliff I was leading him to.
But I am more scared of what it will entail when I finally take the pressure off my chest... what has always suffocated me. Was I really scared of telling the truth or was I scared of being blamed for everything that happened? The reason we were so cruelly broken apart from each other? Will Dace hate me for ruining his life and driving him to the point where he lost his very humanity, killed his father, and drove his mother towards madness?
What will become of us? What will become of everything? My mom always told me to take the right step toward a decision, that even though bad or good I should lead towards it not a narrow path. She supported my decision even then when I said I wanted to remain in Juneau after all the danger signs.
"You want the truth?" I sighed in a shaky breath, closing my eyes as I swayed my head slowly. My ears are ringing and my heart is thumping in my chest. I opened my eyes and glanced back at him. They spoke to me in several unsaid words and I knew it all. He thinks I hated him and that I felt he wasn’t worthy of my love so I broke our bond. But it was the total opposite.
I am the one not worthy of your love Dace Devereaux.
"You-"
Something suddenly consumed me and I don’t know what, it was very familiar as the inexplicable aura caressed my skin. It became cold and chilly and it was a serious case of deja vu as I looked out the window. The dark woods, the trees, rocking from the calm wind... I could feel something approaching but I don’t know what. It comes like the wrath of plague, driving and pushing, forcing its very way through. Making the hairs in my body stand in alert as goosebumps caress me.
Dace was the first to move and I followed. Could he feel it too? Whatever aura it was coming from the entrance. It loomed heavily, making the air and pressure tight, and unbreathable. This wasn’t Dace’s aura, this was something else entirely. And it’s coming or it’s already here.
We came out of the suite and headed downstairs to the foyer that led to the entrance of the mansion. Singe was already there as well as Grayson and Emilia, standing and glancing at the door like something was about to burst through it any moment, all on high alert. Do they all feel it? And where have I had this murky feeling before? It feels so familiar but my brain was unable to process it.