Bloodlines (The New Order 2)

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

I watched the empty blood bags scatter all across the kitchen floor while Knox looked into the hidden cooler where he had asked one of the servants to restock whenever it was emptied. Gnawing the inside of my cheek, I grew worried that something wrong had already happened. My stomach was tight all this time and my heart hadn't stopped racing wildly.

"You've barely left any here," he grunted, reaching for one of fuller blood bags inside the cooler and pulling it out. Turning the bag around, he checked for the expiry date and noticed if anything was wrong. "It doesn't seems to be touched."

I grabbed the bag from his hands and my eyes scurried through the details on the outside. There wasn't much. Just a couple of details and nothing seemed to be wrong on it which meant Lucy didn't do anything.

"It's not what it's outside," Cain snatched the bag from my hand and tore open. The blood spilled onto the white flooring beneath. He took a whiff of the remaining blood in the bag and continued, "It's what's inside." His eyes clicked to mine.

I leaned closer, taking in the scent of the blood. Nothing was wrong.

"I don't get it."

"You can't smell it?" He cocked a brow and I shook my head, "It's funky. It's been diluted or something." The remaining blood smeared over his hand where he demonstrated how liquid it was as it dripped from his fingers. It wasn't thick.

"Does it mean I'm going to die?" I panicked instantly, my throat began closing up as I feared what was going to happen. I hadn't been full in a while now and just a while earlier, I was barely conscious.

"No, you're not going to die. You must feel more hungrier than usual. That's all." Cain rolled his eyes, tossing the bag onto the floor and cleaning his hands with a white towel.

Knox placed his arm over my shoulder and I turned to him. My nose wrinkled at the unusual smell of blood swarming inside the closed kitchen. My gaze travelled over the blood bags and the blood on the floor. There was something with wrong with the blood I had been taking and I couldn't even realize it.

It made sense why I felt starved and weak.

"Do you think she did this? Lucy?" I whispered.

"I don't know what to think," Knox looked above me, watching his twin brother's every suspicious step inside the house. We left the kitchen and followed him outside as he scoured through the area. "I don't believe a single word he says."

"Don't believe me, Brother. It's not like I'm forcing you to," Cain blew a breath over the freshly placed flowers inside the foyer and some of the petals went flying under his strong force. "But don't expect me to leave either. You need me, more than I need you." He turned and leaned against the large round table.

A grin spread over his face and I rolled my eyes, "How do I know you're telling the truth about Lucy? What if she's the one telling the truth?"

"Then where is she now?" He rose a cocky brow at me which scratched the ball of irritation inside me. I clutched onto Knox's arm as Cain further continued, "Nowhere. That's right. She isn't going to be here because you both are so easily fooled. Gideon never dated anyone nor he had ever loved anyone. He lived a sheltered life from his birth and till now. The only people that know about him, his name and his life are in this room right now and the one old man we all know about."

"Your grandfather?" Knox whispered, turning to me.

I lined my lips straight while my eyes burned into Cain's, "Yes."

I was slightly relieved after hearing Gideon wasn't the man Lucy portrayed to me. It was all a lie. He wasn't as deadly as I imagined him to be. And he had never loved anyone.

I suppressed the odd mate-bond feelings as they began to grow at the thought of him not committing to anyone. To waiting for me... I shook my head and brushed away the thoughts. It was still Gideon. He couldn't be ever loved.

"I'm going to send a signal to the borders. If they find Lucy anywhere around, they'll capture her." Knox parted himself away from me and went into the room while I stood in foyer with Cain in front of me.

He played with the petals of the fresh flowers, picking them out and throwing them onto the ground. I reached closer and grabbed the vase from underneath, pulling the flowers away before he destroyed all of them.

The corner of his mouth curled, "You need me."

"I don't."

"Yes, you do. You were fooled by a woman I've never heard about, Candice. It's clear your grandfather isn't done with you. He must've send her to reduce your blood intake slowly so you could turn into the darkness. Who knows what else she has done?" Cain sounded concerned but I knew he was laughing at our stupidity. "How long has she been here?"

"A couple weeks." I mumbled under my breath, feeling dumbfounded.

Knox was right about not trusting a rogue. I shouldn't have forced him to let her stay. Just a couple hours ago, she was swarming through Martha's room and now that I recalled it, she must've been looking for something up there. It all began to make sense.

"And you didn't even get a bit curious, didn't you?" The smug on his face didn't wash away.

"No, I didn't." I sighed deeply and planted the vase on the table. "I'm stupid. Is that what you want to tell me? Alright. What are you doing here?" I flipped the conversation over him, forcing him to answer my questions. "What agenda are you here on this time?"

"I'm not your enemy, Candice."

"You're not my friend either." I folded my arms over my chest and stated.

He chuckled lowly to himself while inching closer to me at the same time. The further back I went, the nearer he got, "We both know we can't be friends," he whispered, placing a hand on the wall beside my head and trapping me between himself and the wall. The back of his finger traced down my cheek and his shoulders slumped forward, "I simply can't wait to have you again."

"In your dreams. Knox would never let you stay here." I said, a smile spreading over my face now.

Whatever happened, he wasn't going to forgive Cain so easily or let him stay. I knew that well.

"Bet?"

"What?" I rose a brow before slapping his finger away from my cheek. Glancing over his shoulder, I looked for Knox who still hadn't returned. How long was the call going to take?

Cain was suffocating me.

"If Knox lets me stay, then you'll do whatever I want you to do and if he doesn't, I'll leave and never return. That's my word." He said, gaining my attention.

I glanced at his face, finding some truth behind his bet. "Are you sure about that? You'll never contact me again or disturb me?" That was something, only if he'd agree to it which I knew he wouldn't.

Cain loved me.

His hand lowered to my shirt where he ran his finger through my nipple before pinching it, "I am. Are you?" He asked, a smirk growing on his lips.

Fuck.

"Yes." I rasped.

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