𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥.
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In a world where control is everything, Evelyn is about to lose it all.
Plunged into a downward spiral, she discovers that her carefull...
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It's currently midnight.
Lilly's asleep and Xander is working on going to sleep. Angel's been quiet ever since we got back to Xander's.
I know she regrets it; I saw it in her eyes. I've tried talking to her, but she ignores me.
She suddenly appears on my bed, facing away from me. I sigh, not even bothering to try and talk to her. I wait for her breathing to slow, meaning she's asleep, and when it does, I disconnect her from my head, using a spell. I stalk to my door and grab onto the doorknob.
I pause, before glancing over my shoulder at her. Her body's relaxed, and she looks at peace.
"I'm sorry." I whisper before quietly opening the door and closing it behind me. I stealthily walk down the hallway, my feet barely making noise. I walk to Lilly's door and quietly open it. I walk inside, my eyes never moving from her peaceful, sleeping figure.
I crouch down beside her as she sleeps on her twin sized bed, cuddling the brown teddy bear I got her that has a pink bow on the top. I smile, smoothing the hair covering her face out of the way. My eyes well up as I feel guilty.
I shouldn't be doing this. I should stay here. But I have to protect my friends. And she'll be protected. She's got Xander, and Angel. Hell, even my family.
I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. My lips linger for a second as a tear slides down my cheek. My tear drips onto her cheek before I pull away. I swipe my thumb over her cheek, expecting to feel a wetness, but I don't.
I must have imagined it.
I exhale before I stand up, walking out and quietly shutting the door behind me. I stalk down the hallway to the stairs. Xander's on the couch with the TV on and his arm hanging off the couch. I walk toward him and let out a smile.
I carefully move his arm onto the couch, and when he stirs, I freeze. I think he's going to wake up until he stops, peacefully sleeping. I sigh in relief and move the remote to the coffee table. I lower the volume on the show he started watching before grabbing the blanket that's hung over the back of the couch and covering him with it. He turns on his side, still sleeping.
I slowly stand up and walk over to the door.
You're making a mistake, a voice in the back of my mind scolds. But I'm willing to do it if it keeps my friends safe.
I pull my dagger out of my leather jacket and place it on the table beside the door. I don't need Jeremy getting a hold of it. He'd kill thousands.
I look around once more before disappearing into the hallway and taking the stairs down.
Before I know it, I'm standing on the rooftop of the house I bought. The house me and my friends lived in before my family entered the picture. The wind blows through my hair, the light breeze seemingly calming my nerves. Or dimming my anticipation.
