Emmet:
"She’s a mess. It’s only been a few hours, and she hasn’t stopped crying, passed out twice, and hasn’t even let a single drop of water go down her throat," Maximus grunted, shaking his head as he fisted his palm.
I heard him, and I had seen her too.
It was like someone had reached down my throat and grabbed my heart in their fist. It wasn’t easy to see Helanie show so much love and concern for my brother. I was worried for him myself and would do absolutely everything to get him out, but the way she showed it, it was different.
"She had done something similar for us. Even more. Remember when we were taken by the Glimard? She chased us in the snow to rescue us and found us," my wolf shocked me when he took her side. I always thought he didn’t want me to accept her.
But I also knew why.
Accepting her means making her go through the pain I carry. My wolf would rather see us suffer alone than make our mate feel it too.
"So what, Maximus?" I took a stand for her, because I always would, no matter what. "That only shows what a ride or die she is. Our brother has done everything for her in return for nothing. I’m glad she took that stand, because what you didn’t see, I did," I nodded, forcing myself to smile even when it wasn’t easy for me to cope with that information.
"What did you see?" Kaye questioned.
We were having a meeting in the garden, away from everyone, trying to figure out how to help Norman out. But it was a little confusing that they had found his DNA everywhere at the crime scene.
But I trusted my brother when he looked me in the eye and told me that he had nothing to do with it. There is no amount of evidence that could outweigh my brother’s words for me.
"Norman looked slightly at ease. I guess he was surprised Helanie took such a bold step for him. So we should be thanking her for giving him some peace before he was taken away," I stated, watching them nod reluctantly.
"Now what do we do? If he stays in jail for another day, Helanie will lose her eyesight from crying. Which is a bit odd—and I’m not judging or complaining—just pointing it out," Maximus quickly explained so I wouldn’t lecture him again.
"She acts so mature and stubborn around me—," he stopped when Kaye had to add something.
"Distant and aloof with me," he grunted, almost pitying.
"Decent and very obedient with Emmet." Since I didn’t say anything from my side, Maximus shared his own observation.
"But she acts like a spoiled brat—a cute one, in front of Norman," Maximus was right. It made me feel a little jealous too.
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