The Lost World Of Victa

Chapter 39: Reunited

I walk forward, each step feeling heavier and heavier. I pass through the front door, and notice the halls seem more dreary. The paintings hanging up seem sad, and I'm surprised there wasn't immediately a servant, though I guess Zayn covered that. I start to walk towards the room that I know houses an entrance to the tunnels. 

"Lillian, is that you?" a voice says, and I turn my head towards its origin. 

Trixie is staring at me, her pastel pink hair much longer than the last time I saw her. Her pink eyes are swelling with tears, and I notice her blink a few times to make sure it's me. 

I nod, carefully glancing around to make sure no one else is here. I lean closer to her, and lower my voice, speaking quietly. 

"I need to get to the tunnels, and meet with the resistance. Can you take me there?" I ask, knowing that she is a member of the resistance too. 

"I'll take you straight to Master Jameson," she says, grabbing my arm, and pulling me forward. 

I shake my head, trying to pull out of her grasp. 

"I need to report to the rebellion first Trixie. Please," I say, struggling to free myself from her. 

"Lillian, trust me. He'll explain everything," Trixie answers, dragging me reluctantly through the halls. 

I was really hoping that I wasn't going to run into Jameson. At least, not before I knew what excuse Trace had come up with for my absence. I'm not quite ready to deal with Jameson right now. 

Trixie stops at one of the many sitting rooms in this mansion, and knocks on the door. 

"Trixie, I'm not receiving any guests right now," Jameson's voice says coldly, and I flinch. 

I haven't heard him talk like that in a while. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, and trying to calm my nerves. It's going to be okay. 

"Sir, she's returned. Miss Lillian," she answers, and I open my eyes, looking at Trixie's back. 

Miss Lillian? That's a new one. Has anyone here ever called me that? 

I hear frantic movement behind the door, and voices, before the door opens. 

Jameson's blue hair is longer than last time I saw him, and his golden eyes are shimmering. His skin is paler though, and he's got dark eyebags that make it look like he hasn't slept in two weeks. 

He stares at me, and I avert my eyes, hesitant. Maybe coming here wasn't the right idea. 

"Lillian, will you come in here?" Jameson says.

I take a deep breath, and nod, following Jameson into the sitting room. 

"Lil'?"

"Lillian?" 

"Lily?" 

I hear three voices say my name, and I turn, looking around the sitting room. 

Trace is sitting in a recliner near the fireplace burning on my left, and Leta is sitting on a loveseat on the other side of the fireplace. Kyler is sitting on a couch across from the fireplace, though he's nearly leaping out of his chair. 

Their faces are all filled with disbelief, like they can't believe I'm finally back. 

I wave at them awkwardly, now very nervous. Did Leta know I was leaving? Did I even tell her? 

Jameson shuts the door behind him, and sits down on the couch Kyler is sitting on, keeping his focus on Kyler. 

Kyler speaks first, glancing at Jameson. "Beth was so worried about you. We weren't sure if you were gonna make it back alive. Trace said he was certain, but you were gone for so long."