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Skylar
"Firstly, I just want to say, I'm really sorry about your parents. When that accident happened I was a little younger than you. I can't imagine what that must have been like," Mira says to me with what appears to be genuine empathy and sympathy.
Usually, I wasn't so skeptical of people's true feelings but with Mira having been part of the hunter's network, I was weary of her involvement. Luckily for her, I wasn't one of those people who assumed the sins of the father were automatically the sins of the family. I would try to give her the benefit of the doubt. Surely if she accepts Andrea, the person who killed her own father, then she can't entirely have agreed with the hunter's code, morals, and activities.
After arriving back at the mansion in Maine last night, I showered and crawled into bed, exhaustion overtaking me. The tiredness had not dissipated by morning, which was unusual as I always felt refreshed when sleeping next to Dmitri, who cuddled me all night long. Perhaps I was just stressed out.
After dressing and packing our bags this morning, we made our way to Andreas' villa, the very one I was currently in, sitting at a large table outside by a massive pool. The villa and its exquisite gardens loomed majestically around us, spanning at least two properties. A picture of someone sweating their ass off while pushing a lawnmower across the vast expanse of lawn had me pitying the imaginary poor soul. Though more than likely it was probably one of those fancy ones you sat on.
My attention is brought back to the table as a server comes to clear my plate. My appetite this morning had been raging after not eating much last night and vomiting the contents of my stomach up at the celebration. Thankfully, the nausea was easier to control today and if I shut out the smell of the meat floating around me I was okay. I briefly look over at Ally, Raina sitting to her right, wishing there had been a minute for me to chat with her about this. She would surely have some medicine that could help me.
"So what exactly do you know about Sky's parents and the accident?" Dmitri pipes up from beside me, asking the question I have not yet vocalized.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Andrea asks, concern on his face as he looks between myself and Dmitri. "I don't want you resenting Mira for something she says that you don't like. Or that hurts you. She is no longer part of that world."
"I'm not a kid Andrea. I'm not going to hold anything her father has done against her," I laugh, easing the tension in the air.
Mira smiles and then takes a deep breath before talking.
"Okay, so most of what I was told was years after the accident you and your parents were in. My father made sure I was kept in the dark about exactly what The Guardians were doing until I was much older. Until I became a hunter. When he still had delusions that I would replace him once the time came for him to retire," Mira says, the disgust evident in her softly spoken words at the end.
"What very few know is that my father was next in line to take over as head of The Guardians. He was being groomed for the role but it hinged on one condition. He was to find and kill the person the Legend referred to."
"Now in order to understand this, we need to go back a bit. The Legend sits at the center of everything. It actually indirectly spurred on the creation of The Guardians no less. All those centuries ago, when Elsabeth was still alive," Mira says, pointedly staring at Raina as she says this, "she had a vision. In this vision, the Legend was born. She wrote it down in a book. The book I know you currently have in your possession and are busy translating." Raina nods in agreement as Mira continues.
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Bound Book 2
Werewolf"Skylar. My love. A stranger. I look at her as she halts in her step, her hazel-doe eyes not looking for mine as I hoped they would. The breeze blows her scent towards me, one I have not smelt for days. I inhale deeply, cinnamon, jasmine, apple and...
