ADELINE
"I killed him."
Braxton's voice was imprinted in my mind. The three words were on some kind of repeat, replaying over and over again. It's like somehow if I stopped repeating it to myself, it wouldn't be true.
But it was true.
Axel is dead.
At first the only feeling that I felt was shock. I have been running from him for years and somehow Braxton manages to kill him, all of a sudden and so easily? Now I'm left feeling both relief and frustration. The combination of emotions is confusing — like oil and water not wanting to mix.
And to add to my already swarming emotions, there's the lingering sensation of unease about the high coven council not having been with Axel when he arrived into the territory this time. I can't shake the feeling that something is not right.
I swallow, attempting to rid the dryness that made a home in my throat. The attempt is useless and I shift my gaze up from where it had been resting on my fingers until I can see the barren tress passing in a blur.
The silence felt loud all of a sudden, nothing but the low hum of the truck's engine filled the space. Minutes more pass until I can't take it any longer. I eye Braxton's clothes for the second time, and I use my curiosity as a way of distracting myself from my swarming emotions.
"Why are you dressed like that?"
He doesn't respond right away, instead looks down at the button up and dark slacks like he needed reminding of what he was actually wearing. "I shifted when I wasn't really planning on it. So my other clothes got ripped up."
I know what that means. He shifted so he could kill Axel.
I lick my lips, not responding. The question was meant to deter my thoughts from the vampire, not circle back around to him. Braxton's eyes flicker down to my mouth though, watching the movement and I use it as an opportunity to hopefully shift the conversation once again.
"You look good." I say truthfully. I realize it's the first time I've seen him in something not so casual.
His eyes fill with content at the compliment and he smiles in response before focusing back on the road. I follow his line of vision, realizing we're almost back home as I see the familiar houses that we pass.
Silence consumes the space once again and I force myself to focus on the gate as it opens before us, refusing to let my thoughts start to race once again. Once we park, I don't waste any time in hopping out of the car and trudging into the house, taking my shoes and coat off by the door before making my way towards the kitchen.
I can feel Braxton watch me as I start to make myself a cup of tea. I ignore his stare on the back of my head as I whisper "silentium anema" before staking a sip.
"What's that supposed to do?" Braxton questions behind me.
When I turn around with the cup still firmly in my grasp, I realize he's closer than I thought. He's only steps away, leaning back against the island in a casual stance with his arms folded over his chest, but his furrowed brows give away his genuine curiosity.
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