Amaya's POV continues
Camilla shakes her head, “That doesn't sound right.”
“But it is, Angel and Adrian have a pending bond, like you do with Kingston. He never intentionally goes to her, part of him knows she should have been the one and I know you've felt that way about Kingston too, despite loving Adrian. You marked Adrian before he ever marked you Camilla, sealed it in blood.”
“No, I don't believe that.” she gulps.
“It's like with your parents except your father never had a mate, Arieya was his but she had two and she denied one, that's why all three of them perished. If you don't believe this then is the mate bond real?”
“Of course it is, but this doesn't seem real, if I marked him then where is that mark?” she asks, watching me, I shake my head, relaxing in my seat. “Exactly.” she nods.
“I'm not a paedophile but if I was, I would know where that mark is.” I tell her, holding back a smile. “But you on the other hand, I'm sure it didn't take one try to make Arieya so surely, you've seen him naked enough times to see your mark on him.”
“There is no mark on Adrian's arm.” she counters confidently.
“Darling, who said anything about an arm.” I smile, “Haven't you noticed a crown, anywhere on him?”
Camilla shakes her head, I arch an eyebrow at her and she scowls, her mind travelling back to the times when she saw him bare. Camilla's eyes widen and she gasps, “No, it's a tattoo.” she tells me.
“Did you ask him where he got it?”
“As a matter of fact, I did because I liked it. I wanted to know the meaning behind it but he said,” she trails off. “He doesn't remember.” she mumbles.
“There you have your answer,” I tell her, downing the rest of the wine.
“But-” she begins, cut off by her phone vibrating on the table. She picks it up, examining the screen. “It's the babysitters, just a minute.” she tells me, declining the call. “Whatever it is they are doing to her, she'll get over it in a minute.”
I look at the driveway, once again searching for familiar faces and I do find one, the one I've been expecting. I made the mistake of telling Adrian that Camilla was my niece the other day and Sheryl washed her hands off the matter, saying since I have such a big mouth, I should be the one to tell Camilla I screwed up.
I was planning on telling her but I couldn't bring myself to it, Camilla can be hard to talk to when it comes to the topic of Adrian.
Adrian was hurt when we told him all along he looked for her, we knew where she was and with whom. All he asked was to see her, something Sheryl couldn't promise but I did, I told him I would arrange for it one of these days. Sheryl is more partial to him but I felt bad for him, knowing I know Camilla is keeping their daughter a secret while I watch him suffer the loss of her and his first child left me with some guilt.
The room goes quiet, Camilla notices the shift in the room too, she looks over her shoulder, her chest visibly rising and falling. “Aunt Amaya,” she growls, turning back to me, her tone low but threatening, even for me.
Her phone vibrates once again, saving me from her glare, bringing it to her ear she grunts ruffled, “What?”
“Oh,” her voice softened, “No, no, I'm not mad at you. Tell mommy what's wrong.” she says, attentively listening to her daughter.
Adrian arrives at the table, evidently dumbfounded in the way he stares at Camilla. “You made it,” I grin towards him.
“I did,” he whispers, his gaze resting on Camilla, over analysing her. Camilla paid no mind to him, her focus was fixed on her phone but I saw her flinch when he sat down next to me.
“I know baby, give Karla the phone.” Camilla says, her gaze settled on me, looking everywhere but at Adrian.“Hello my sweetie,” she grins. “ Por favor ayude Gina en vuestra hermana.” she nods, “Si, Te amo, besos.” she says, making a kiss sound before putting her phone down.
“I'm assuming we all know each other,” I bite out, shrugging at Camilla's glare. She might feel betrayed right now but I'm simply helping her make the right decision.
“I'm afriad so,” she says, turning to him and I can hear her heart pounding despite the calm composure she's exhibiting.
“Adrian and I had a lunch meeting so I invited him because I wanted to spend time with you
when I saw you here and I couldn't cancel, he came all the way from Midnight Saints.” I tell her.
“We can spend time together tomorrow,” Camilla rises. “ I will come to your place, but I'm not bringing her because I can't trust you anymore.” she shrugs, gathering her papers into one file.
“Camilla,” Adrian finally finds his voice, whispering her name like it was a forbidden praise to an outcast goddess.
“Sit down child,” I tell her, grabbing her phone and using it to gesture to the now empty seat.
“I have places to be at.” she snorts.
“Yes, we are aware of your busy schedule but don't you have something to say to Alpha Adrian?” I urged.
Camilla rolls her eyes. “Alpha Adrian?” she frowns, her gaze shifting between us. “Why? Alpha Adrian isn't an acquaintance of mine.” she presses her lips together, glaring at me.
“You sure about that? Because if you don't I will and you'll be mad at me again for something unavoidable.” I tell her.
Camilla groans, slumping her files back on the table with a little too much evident frustration. Settling into her seat she snarls at him. “Fine. How are you?”
“Fine,” Adrian gulps, visibly confused. “How have you been?”
“I've been amazing,” she smiles. Her gaze shifts to me with the same phony smile. “There, I played nice with your little friend. Can I go on with my life now?” she asks, not a hint of humour evident in her gaze.
“Mia, I'm so sorry.”
“I don't want your apology Alpha Adrian, if I had my way, I wouldn't be staring at your face right now but since my Aunt loves butting into my personal matters,” she veers to me. “Here we are, thanks Queen Amaya.”
“I know you're upset, and with every right, I took you granted, and I'm very sorry, I regret every wrong in the way I treated our relationship, I -”
Camilla snorts, “Pardon me but I don't remember asking for an apology.” he says, cutting him off.
“Camilla,” I warn.
“What do you want me to say Aunt Amaya?” she counters, “What should I discuss with this person, should I start airing out my dirty laundry at a public restaurant?”
“Mia,” Adrian begins once again, only to be cut off by Camilla's maniacal laughter that has me regretting calling Adrian here.
“Kindly shut the fuck up will you?” she snorts. “I don't want to be here, I don't want to have this conversation. I didn't come here to listen to your empty apologize that can't do shit but remind me of everything I've long forgotten.”
I reach for her, opening my mouth to speak but she shakes her head. “This is what you wanted.” she tells me, her gaze veering back to Adrian. “I am not going to throw shade at you because I'm bitter about how things ended between us but the truth is I don't give a fuck about that.
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