Mirabelle's POV continues
My tongue hangs out in revulsion, Camilla simply giggles in his embrace, her stomach roaring with what can only be hunger.
“Hmm, why don't you go upstairs and get ready, I'm taking you out to eat.” he says, freeing her from his embrace.
“Okay, but only because I can't cook to save my life.” she teases, inching up on her toes to kiss him. It takes every bit of self-control in me not to interrupt their kiss. I still find it gross but, I've learned to accept the fact that they are in love and obsessed with everything about each other, as weird as that is.
Camilla's love language is touch while Adrian's love language is manslaughter or torment of whoever hurts you, but somehow he understood Camilla's love language. He always makes sure to apply it every time. Adrian and Camilla are what dreams are made of, my mom is going to adore Camilla when she meets her tomorrow, mom has always wished for someone like her for him. She wanted to see him smile and drift away from the hobby of killing and torturing people, which was one of the few things that made him smile but now, he rarely does either of those things. He seems to have taken a break from his old habits, and taken a liking to watching Camilla, nothing else seems to be quite as good as her. On days he has been away from her for over four hours, he comes back distraught and in the worst mood, sort of like the old Adrian and no one wants that ruthless Alpha back. We, as a pack of over two thousand people, all agree Camilla is the best thing to happen to Adrian, despite everyone's different views on her as Luna, we still agree she is good —best for Adrian.
When he finally pulls away from her, she looks at me, crimson burning through her cheeks with a hint of shock on her face. She forgot I was next to them, they both do this sometimes, to them the world disappears when they hold each other. “I'll be back, Belle, can I borrow your shoes? Adrian carried me here so all I have are socks on.” she frowns.
I nod, taking off my Adidas slides which seem to fit her just as good as me when she finally slides them on. Blowing me a kiss as she disappears from the kitchen. Adrian watches her until even her shadow is gone, in the past, he would stare in secret, I wonder where the Secretiveness has gone now.
I'm thinking of how Yaqui, the man that did an amazing job at my birthday, will react to helping me plan Adrian's birthday party together on such short notice when I hear a scream. It's loud, the same pitch as Camilla's scream but not really, Camilla's scream has a dramatic depth to it while this scream has an agonizing profundity to it. My gaze shifts to Adrian, even though he is looking at me. We both heard it, everyone in here heard it judging by the hesitation in activities around us. I open my mouth to say something when two more screams are heard, it sounds like it came from the living room or so. These screams are urgent, both Adrian and I abandon our seats instantly, sprinting towards the living room along with a few others.
The first thing I see is Angel, screaming in agonizing pain on the floor, a small pool of blood beneath her and Liliana and beside her, panicking. It looks like she's in pain, it must be the worst pain because I've never seen her break like this but still, I feel nothing. No remorse, no distress, nothing, I'm simply frozen in my tracks, the sound of my heart beating the loudest sound I can hear. This is why I'm not the best person to have in an emergency and yet, I'm going to med school for two months.
However Adrian, he is good in emergencies, he acts hastily, joining Liliana on the right side of Angel, taking her head in his lap. He says something to her that I can't make out over the sound of Angel screaming and the rumblings around us but I believe it's him asking her who did this to her.
“She did it,” Liliana screams, her gaze darting towards the stairs to where I assume the person that pushed Angel down the stairs is. My gaze follows her's to the wall on the right side of the staircase.
No.
My heart sinks.
Everything I should have felt when I saw Angel bleeding on the floor, I feel it now. The fear, the contrition, it's all washing down on me now that I see Camilla at the top of the staircase. She is stiffened in place, tears streaming down her cheeks and nails digging into her trembling hands as she shakes her head at someone. Once again, I'm following a gaze, her gaze, and it leads me to Adrian.
“Oh shit,” someone curses beside me. I spare them a glance, it's Santiago.
I gulp, my throat suddenly dry at the thoughts running through my mind right now. Camilla wouldn't push Angel, would she? I put a pin on that thought, trying to clear my mind of all possible scenarios, the major one being Angel losing the baby and in my head, it doesn't sound so bad. Am I a bad person for thinking this?
Is my hate for Angel so strong that I would be happy about the possible death of her child, an innocent child, my nephew and what could have been—could be Midnight Saints future Alpha?
Angel's screaming dies out, my eyes land on her slumped body in Adrian's arms. He stands with her in his arms, pure crimson not only on the floor, but where her head rested in his lap. He takes one last look at Camilla when he meets her at the end of the staircase.
I run my tongue over my lips, wetting them as I watch him disappear into the hallway on the left when he finally makes it up the stairs. The look he gave Camilla turned everyone silent, it gave me chills, Adrian has never looked at her that way, that look is a warning, a death note and he just sent it to his mate loud and clear.
I look at Camilla once again, she's still trembling and inaudibly sobbing, more so now that Adrian just spent a good ten seconds walking up the stairs while looking at her, with his mistress in his arms and another two seconds, looking at her as if she weren't her. I don't know what to make of this situation, Santiago puts a hand on my back, rubbing gently as I try to communicate with Camilla inaudibly, her eyes tell me she's sorry but the constant head shaking is telling me she didn't do it, and I believe her. I know she would never do such a thing, she's not this kind of jealous possessed mate, no matter how far Angel pushed her, Camilla wouldn't do it, I just know it but the evidence present says otherwise and the one witness I suppose, is blaming her for it.
Liliana is screaming curses and insults about how jealous Camilla was of Angel and her son, which is why she had tried to kill both mother and child. My feet carry me towards Liliana, my hand collides with her face with an echoing sound that has her silent immediately, staggering but she doesn't fall and it's okay, that's all I needed, for her to shut up.
Turning away, I drag my feet up the stairs to where Camilla is, now with Santiago who I assume walked up somewhere between my interaction with Liliana. He pulls Camilla into his chest, only now does she cry out loudly.
“I didn't do it, I swear I didn't do it.” she cries out, still in Santiago's arms. Something in me relaxes at her confession.“She was—she–”
“Shh, it's okay. I believe you, we know that you would never do anything like that.” Santiago assures her, his gaze looking at the hallway leading to Angel's room.
Michelle seems to run past us, so unaware of the surroundings as she goes to Angel's room. Santiago doesn't notice her, or maybe he does and is simply transfixed on making sure Camilla is okay. He whispers reassuring words to her, reassuring her that we believe her and everything is going to be okay and nothing will happen to Angel or her child, it was an accident and it's a misunderstanding, Adrian will believe her over Liliana when she tells him what she's telling us happened.
“It's okay Camilla, we are going to go to your room and you're going to calm down, okay?” Santiago tells her, in response she nods. His hands free her and I brush her back, the gesture promising her she's okay. I'm the first to start moving, with them following behind me.
Just as we approach Angel's room, Adrian appears. He looks both ways before settling on something behind me, his chest rising and falling in an abrupt manner. When he begins to move in our direction, oozing rage. Out of instinct, I stop walking. Watching Adrian anxiously and trying to control my heart beat at the same time, I seem to be having trouble breathing. He heads straight for Camilla, grabbing her by the wrist and flinging her towards the wall, his arms pinning her wrists on the wall. I wince at the exact moment Santiago calls out to Adrian in a warning tone.
“You killed him Mia, you killed my son.” he rasps, the hold on her wrists growing stronger.
“I didn't do it,” Camilla cries out.
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