chapter 34
Laylen
I’m getting sick of Faeries, chaos, and the never ending need to suck blood. Sure, I have my blood lust under control for the most part, but, every once in a while, when I get really stressed, it slips out. Like now.
I have the urge to feed off all three of them, more the girls than Evan. I can see and hear their pulses beating against their necks, smell their blood. I’m distracted, and maybe that’s why I ask Gemma what happened first.
I know Aislin’s going to get upset, but it kind of just slips out of me. Then, everyone’s staring at me like I’m an a*shole and I realize I am. The longer the conversation goes on, the worse I feel, especially when Aislin tells me Aleesa’s dead.
No one really knew her that well, but it still kind of hurts. Deaths always do.
After we’re done talking, I carry Aislin up the stairs and into one of the spare rooms. She’s asleep, drained dry from all the stuff going on. When I set her on the bed, she mumbles something about me and then rolls to her side. I sweep her hair back, looking at her, and I mean really looking at her. She’s beautiful, sad, and crazy, just like Gemma. I have feelings for her, just like I do Gemma. They both deserve happy lives and I really hope they’ll both get to that point, where death won’t be just over their shoulder. Where they can smile, laugh and do whatever makes them happy. I wish nothing except the best for them. They can grow old, have kids, start a family.
That’s when I realize what I need to do. I don’t need to decide between them. I need to let them both go because that future isn’t in the cards for me.
I get up off the bed, letting out a loud breath, finally accepting what’s been in front of me for the last few years.
The beginning of my never-ending life.