Helanie:
We both walked over to the wall to sit and watch him. It’s not like we had anything else to do.
"So?" Maximus asked, making me shrug.
"So what?" I replied. We sat together against the wall, watching Emmet eat from the tray, taking big bites from the chicken like a lion. Watching the emptiness in his eyes wasn’t easy for me.
I missed him.
"Aren’t we going to talk about what happened in the dream prison?"
My body shuddered a little, but showing any reaction would mean I’d thought about it. So I kept still on the outside.
But deep down, I was shaking at the thought of being shared by all four of them.
"There’s nothing to talk about. It’s called a dream prison for a reason. Nothing is real there," I shrugged casually, trying to act strong otherwise, he’d notice how tense I was.
"It’s someone’s dream. And let me tell you something, my dream was to be married to you, so whatever happened next was your—"
He shut up when I cleared my throat loudly.
"Let’s not talk about it," I said, realizing how close we were sitting. I straightened my back and quietly slid a little farther away from him.
He noticed and laughed.
"Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going to grab you and kiss you. I won’t. Not until you give me permission," he said, and his words made me close my eyes and scoot even farther.
"Will you do me a favor if I ask for one?" I opened my eyes again after calming myself.
"Only one favor? Ask for my life," he said confidently, and in that deep, flirty voice.
"I don’t need your life," I teased to lighten the mood.
"Can you please try to ask your mother for a witch? There’s no way she doesn’t have one hidden somewhere. The way she knows things... I just feel like she’s not telling us about the help she’s getting," I said. I hated that his mother could be so blind to her son’s suffering.
Not once did she offer help, but she’d cry louder than anyone else when they were in pain.
We had to drag answers out of her when she should’ve been the first to tell us everything.
"You want me to follow my mother around until I find her witch? Because she won’t tell anyone willingly," he asked, rubbing his fingers against his chin.
"I don’t know about you, Helanie, but I’m very single. You might get pleasure from your husband, but your lonely mates will be suffering," he said while gently scratching his chest, trying to be playful. I kept turning my face until I was looking completely away from him. freeweɓnøvel.com
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