Cordelia

chapter 23 ~Esmaray

"Hey guys, have you seen Lee lately?" I ask everyone in the room.

"No, actually," they answer.

"But he should be fine; he probably has a big mission, so."

"Wouldn't he have told any of you?" I ask them.

"We have the deal; if he won't show up in three months, then we go find him." Diego, tell me

I haven't seen Lee for a month and a half.

I'm getting worried.

What if something happened to him?

And what if, in a month and a half, we find him dead?

A few hours later, the boys told me that they were going on some kind of mission. It was 1 a.m. at this point, so I told them good luck. I couldn't sleep because I was nervous. What if Everett was actually dead?

I decided to go to his room. What if he finds something and is going after Fyodor or someone else that I don't know of?

I go in the side of his room and look at his word; it's the same as it was before I saw it, but there was one change: my picture on the board was ripped in half.

I suddenly hear a door opening sound. I quickly get out of his room, and I meet Everett's eyes.

"Everett," I question,

I haven't been sleeping lately, so I'm looking at him. Am I really seeing him right now, or might I just be hallucinating?

"Are you okay?" I ask, worried.

"Stop acting," he demanded.

"What?" I ask.

"Cordelia aurora Esmaray," he said, my full name.

How does he know?

"How do you-"

"You are Orson Esmaray's daughter?" he asks as he's getting closer to me.

I'm breathing heavily.

"Yes"

"Of course you are; who would sleep with their enemy other than his fucking daughter?" he shakes his head.

"Everett sto-"

"What did I say about calling me that?" he shouts.

"I-"

"You're the reason why my sister is dead."

"You betrayed my father, and they kidnapped my little sister two years ago."

"What?" I question. I have never met his father.

"And guess who was at the place where she was?" he asked. I didn't say anything, but soon after he answered his own question.

"You know what you did then," he stated, and yes, I do know what I did.

"I told everyone about Fyodor's doings," I tell him.

''Yeah, and that's why they bombed the building, and that's why she died."

''Everett, you don't understand; I was just trying to save my-"

"Does it look like I care?" It feels like someone is poking my heart with knives, and each poke is more and more painful.

"I'm sorry," I say as tears run down my cheek.

I'm not sure why I'm crying. Maybe because for a second I thought, What if it was my sister who died? or maybe I can't believe that the man that is standing right in front of me and the one who's filled with rage is the same one with whom I shared such a passionate kiss that it filled every inch of my heart.

I truly want him, but I also want to get over him, but neither one is happening.

He hates me.

"But guess what?" My back hit the wall while back, and now my head is looking at the floor. Well, tears are running down my face. I don't want him to simulate this, but suddenly, when I hear his voice, I wipe my tears and look at him.

"I know what you want and need, and I have it." I looked at him confused, not understanding what he meant, but then he spoke again.

"You think I don't know, but you're hiding from him; you're hiding from Fyodor Kalashnikov. I know what you want; I know what you need; you need his location, and I have it."

"But you won't give it to me, so why does it matter?" I ask.

He doesn't say anything and walks away, shutting the door.