CHAPTER 40: TRUST IS BUILT IN DROPS AND LOST IN BUCKETS
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❝ you act like you don't have a choice. ❞
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ENOLA LOVED THE IDEA OF ESCAPISM. Loved the actuality of it even more. Loved hiding out in worlds she created in her head. Loved hiding out in worlds constructed by other people. Anything that made her feel untethered to the actual world, she loved and craved and sought out actively. She couldn't look her life in the face.
Enola was like a soft scared animal whimpering in the corner of the bushes in the dark. She thought that by retreating deep into herself that she would find solace and comfort, except it never came; it just burrowed her further into a yawning chasm of loneliness. She was trying to protect herself, you have to understand. It was nothing but an act of self preservation—however misguided it was.
"Good news—Dahlia still doesn't know that we are here." Enola announced. "Bad news—she has given us until tomorrow night and then she is coming for Hope."
"Then I say we get the hell out of here," Hayley said, tugging Enola off to the side for a private conversation that they needed to have before it was far too late.
Enola safely made it to St. James Infirmary with Hope and Hayley. They were surrounded by their werewolf pack who swore to protect them. They themselves were even ready to put up one hell of a fight. Some more than others. But at least they were all on the same side. Or so they thought. Enola planned on staying put until told otherwise while Hayley was determined to get the hell out of dodge. Enola loved the idea of escapism. But there was no escaping this.
"We are not going anywhere," Enola denied. "Nik, Elijah, Rebekah—they are family."
"They are going to get us all killed," Hayley corrected.
"Running won't change a damn thing," Enola shot back. "Freya said that Dahlia was drawn to Hope's magic. No matter how far we go, she will still be able to track us. At least this place is spelled. No one can do magic here. Not Hope or Dahlia."
"Sure this place is spelled, but we have seen bigger magic than this break." Hayley tried to reason. "I say we run while we can."
"If you want to run, go for it." Enola huffed. "I am not going anywhere."
Hayley watched with a deep frown as Enola stormed away with Hope in tow. She was willing to do just about anything at this point to save the person she cared about most. She could not bear the thought of losing someone to a war that had nothing to do with them. She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she failed to sense the presence beside her.
