𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓲 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾?| 𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓬 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭

Chapter Thirty-Eight

(heyyy! sorry im a lil late uploading- i'm trying my best chile. also, tomorrow is the last day of posting and then we're done shsjssjjss omg i'd better stop before i get too excited. sotc is look what you made me do, by the QUEEN taylor swift, happy reading <3)

Ness's POV

I could tell you two different versions of how my conversation with Mason went down.

Version number one would be what Mason told me, and version number two would be what I found out from him. See, they were two different things.

What Mason had forgotten, was that I saw everything, heard everything and figured out everything in my head. I could see when his body language would shift, showing me that he was avoiding the truth, or leaving parts out, and I could see that when his posture would shift ever so slightly that he was confident in himself, and telling the absolute truth.

Seelie's can't lie, you see. But I can.

"May?" I asked, nibbling my lip slightly at the prefix of faux anxiety.

"Yes?" he asked, raising the muddy coloured brows I knew so well at me. It was weird, honestly, to see the adorable caramel kid turn into the dislikeable pasty teen that was staring back at me. He'd been different in my memory, kinder and quieter. Mason had never ever, ever been arrogant, least of all with me. In fact, throughout our whole friendship he'd acted like I had a golden glow around me. He'd listen to me, laugh at all my jokes, and he'd never ever be mean. And now he was being a dick. 

Call me shallow, I don't care, but after I "killed" him, I'd hated myself so profusely, I'd considered even using that damn hellfire on myself.

The liar had finally been lied to. And it sucked.

I guess it hadn't been hard to pull off. A funeral I wasn't even at.

"Can you tell me what's going on with you not dying?" I asked, a little sarcastically granted, and he did. I won't recount the conversation, because that wouldn't be telling you what happened. But I will tie up all of those loose ends that you're desperate to hear about.

Mason and I had never had that moment where I had killed him. It was fabricated in my mind by a warlock who was very close to me. I didn't blame him, though. He'd been sworn to secrecy. I respected that.

Mason had gone into hiding in a different part of the court.

Nobody else believed he was dead. Just me.

The Seelie Queen avoided telling me, keeping herself out of the red.

The Seelie Queen wasn't in fact "fond" of me, like my father had said, she just wanted to take my hellfire from me.

Which set the ball rolling.

She's not going to give me Alec back.