Time Astral | Sirius Black

12||The Regret

November 5th, 1995

Alasia Serpens tried her best not to shudder.

"I'm going to be providing you with the details by evening. I expect it to be done by the end of the week."

"Yes, Prime." Rhen muttered from beside her.

"Alasia?"

"Yes. Prime." She said through gritted teeth.

"Good."

She looked up at last, only to find a broad chested, smug looking blonde haired man, with the same eyes as Rhen. Hazel brown. He had the same smirk, the same raged look, the same walk even. The same dismissing movement of the hand.

"Leave. Both of you. Send Alex in while you go, Rhen."

"Of course."

She was disgusted. By Prime, by Rhen. By Alex. By the entire centre. By the job she'd been given.

She was to kill the owner of a successful company, only because the rival had given loads of money for it. The man was a good person, he was kind. She'd seen him on magazine covers before, seen him in interviews. Only because a stupid rival didn't like the way he operated, she had to kill him.

"Satisfied, are you?"

Rhen looked towards her with a jolt. She didn't blame him, they hadn't talked even once after the ball. He'd tried but one look from her and he'd backed away.

"LayLay – "

"Stop." Alasia made a face. "Stop calling me that."

"Alasia." He sighed. "You need to believe me – "

"Believe you about what?" She laughed humourlessly. "You set this up – you secured this deal – this assassination on the company owner."

"I was sent there." Rhen clenched his jaw.

"You could've done something." Alasia argued. "I have in the past. I have broken deals."

"And you have faced consequences for it!"

"And I still don't regret my decisions."

"Alasia, those people were still killed!" Rhen huffed. "At least if it were you, they would've gotten quick deaths. Your breaking deals off, does nothing! Nothing except make things worse. Why don't you get it? Why don't you get that everything you're trying to do – thinking you're doing it for the best – makes things so incredibly bad?"

Alasia flinched as if physically struck. "At least I try."

"Well, stop trying!" Rhen nearly yelled. "This is your fate! Our fate! We're not getting out. And I know you want to. I know you've tried so hard for it."

Alasia refused to break. "I will not stop trying. I will find a way to know who the fuck I am, I will find a way to know if I have kin left, I will find a way to escape without Prime catching me again. I will find. a. way. I will try, again and again, Holster. If it gets me out of this hellhole your father operates."

"Don't call him my father." Rhen narrowed his eyes in distaste.

"At least you have one." Alasia scoffed. "Even if I do, I've been told I don't."

"Have you ever considered it to be true?"

"For years." Alasia said. "Years. Until a while ago."

"It was what I said, wasn't it?" He sighed.

"Somewhat." She hadn't told anyone about what the man with the tattoo had said. "I've had a long while to think about it."

"Stop thinking about it, LayLay." Rhen shook his head. "You'll never get out of his clutches. No one ever has."