REWRITTEN CHAPTER 67. DEVRIM: EXPLANATIONS
The silence of the cabin reminded me of the day Vanya and Obsidian had been kidnapped. Panic seized me, making me hurry up the stairs and towards my bedroom.
My steps slowed when I entered the bedroom and spotted both of them. However, the relieve I felt was replaced by confusion when I realized that Obsidian was kneeling on the floor.
“What happened?” I asked as I hurried over to them.
Vanya glanced at me, making my steps falter when I saw the look in her eyes.
“He’s too heavy for me to move,” she muttered, glancing away.
I nodded as I placed the soup down on the chair. I hesitated a moment before I slipped my hands under his armpits and pulled him to his feet. A grunt fell from Obsidian’s lips when I guided one of his arms over my shoulder and slipped mine around his waist.
“Are you feeling better?”
“No,” he growled.
I chuckled. “You’re not a good patient.”
He growled in reply. Obsidian dropped to the bed and slowly rolled onto his back.
“Do you think that you will be able to stomach some soup?”
His eyes fluttered open. “Where’s Ezra?”
I wasn’t expecting his question. My mouth dropped open as I tried to come up with a believable excuse.
“He left, didn’t he?”
My mouth snapped shut. “No.” I cleared my throat. “He’s at the man house, taking care of some things.”
“He left us,” Obsidian whispered. “They always leave me.”
I acted in impulse. Leaning down, I kissed his forehead. “You’re stuck with me,” I muttered, “because I’m not planning on going anywhere.”
“P-promise?”
I gave him a small smile but his eyes were already closing. “Promise.”
The smile slipped from my face when I turned around and found that Vanya was no longer in the room. With one last glance at Obsidian, I hurried out of the room and followed her scent down the hall.
It wasn’t all that surprising to find her standing at the window in her bedroom staring at the waterfall.
“He said that he bonded us,” she said when I stopped behind her. “W-what does it mean?”
I squeezed my eyes closed for a few seconds before I opened them. When I talked to the doctor he had mentioned something about the possibility that Obsidian was missing his mate. It was something that I had pushed from my mind because I thought that Obsidian would never bond himself to a human after what had happened to him.
But apparently I had been wrong.
The fact that he woke up after weeks of being unconscious because Vanya had been by his side just proved it.
I took a small step forward but froze when she tensed.
“When we mate, it’s for life. As your mother always said; it’s until death do us apart,” I explained. “We form a bond that. . .connects us.”
“So you can read my mind?”
I smiled. “No, it’s not like that, although I would love to be able to know what you’re thinking, rosebud. We can’t communicate like we are doing now, but we are able to sense emotions.”
“If I’m angry, you would be able to feel it?” Vanya asked.
“Yes, the stronger the bond, the better we can sense it. It also makes it harder for mates to stay away from each other for long periods of time.”
Vanya shifted from foot to foot. “Obsidian got sick because we weren’t together, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” I answered after some hesitation.
A strange laugh fell from her lips. Vanya spun around and surprised me by pressing her palms to my chest and pushing me.
“It’s like a violation to my right!” she yelled as she gave me another push. “How could he do that to me?”
“Vanya—”
“Are you going to force me to stay here? Was that the plan all along? Now I can’t fucking leave the island! He’s not better than my father! He—”
“Enough,” I growled. “Calm down.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. She tried to free herself but slumped against my chest after failing. My arms slipped around her waist when a sob fell from her lips.
It pained me to hear her crying. I had no idea what to do to make things better. Everything was a fucking mess. I wished more than ever that Melanie was still alive because she would have been able to help us fix things with her daughter.
Hooking an arm behind Vanya’s knees, I picked her up and cradled her against my chest as I walked over to the bed. I took a seat on the edge and pressed my cheek to hers as I started purring.
Words hover on the tip of my tongue, promises I wanted to make even though I knew that keeping them would be impossible. Vanya’s sobs gradually died down.
“Y-you have photos of my Mom,” she sighed. “Were you the shifted she d-dated?”
I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “No. Your mother was a very good friend of ours.” Pulling away, I cupped her cheek and gently tilted her head back, and waited until she opened her eyes to look at me. “You don’t remember anything, do you?”
Her brows dipped into a frown. “Remember what?”
My eyes darted over her face. Why couldn’t she remember anything about her childhood?
“The soup is getting cold,” I said instead of answering her. “Let’s eat and then—”
“I’m not hungry.”
Neither was I. “You haven’t eaten a thing since you got here, rosebud. I don’t know how you’ve remained standing. Please eat something for me?”
It looked like she wanted to argue but she gave nodded.
There would be time to talk about things later. What was more important was that Obsidian got better and that Vanya learned to accept the fact that she was bonded to Obsidian.
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