I woke up to an empty side of the bed—Rebecca wasn’t there. I groaned and swung my legs off the mattress. Today, I didn’t want to be alone. After getting ready, I headed downstairs, my thoughts heavy with the events of yesterday.
Rebecca greeted me with her usual cheer.
“Hey! How are you feeling?” she asked, smiling.
“Great,” I replied, forcing a smile.
“Do you want to talk?” she offered.
“Will you tell me the truth?” I asked cautiously.
“I will… but first, breakfast?” she suggested.
“No, I’m fine,” I said quickly, shaking my head.
“Why’s that?” she probed.
“I have an appointment today… remember?” I muttered.
Rebecca raised her brows. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, you know.”
“I just… want to get out of here,” I admitted.
“It was supposed to be our fun week,” she said, pretending to pout.
“It was,” I muttered. “And we came here to meet a witch… remember?”
“Witch?”
I froze. Mr. Mikelson and Christian were standing at the doorway. My heart stuttered. Memories of last night flashed: Stella, Mr. Mikelson… king? Why?
“I should get going,” I mumbled.
“Where are you going?” Mr. Mikelson asked, stepping forward.
“Somewhere,” I replied shortly.
“Excuse me?” he said, a slight frown appearing.
“Excused,” I corrected myself.
Rebecca intervened. “She has an appointment at the hospital.”
Mr. Mikelson’s eyes softened for a brief second before he masked it. “Why are you hurt?” he asked.
Is he worried? An unfamiliar emotion passed across his face.
“Psychotherapist,” I said, keeping my voice even.
He seemed confused but didn’t ask further questions.
“Now, if you don’t mind… can I go, Your Highness?” I said, half-joking.
“I’ll give you a ride,” he offered.
Rebecca quickly shook her head. “Thanks, but we don’t want to trouble you.”
Christian interjected, smirking, “Please, Miss Rebecca… we’re related now.”
“Related?” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes. Stella and Mr. Mikelson, I reminded myself.
“I’m not… I don’t want to trouble anyone,” I said.
“Of course you are,” Christian said firmly. “You are family.”
“But…” I began.
“Please,” he urged.
I sighed. “Okay.”
We left, and he opened the car door for me with an effortless grace that made me frown… and slightly blush.
Inside the car, silence hung heavily. Mr. Mikelson glanced at me. “Why?” he asked softly.
I looked at him, puzzled. “Why what?”
“Why did you look sad when Christian told us we’re related?”
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A Eternal Love
Hombres LoboCompleted Mia roy is twenty, fierce, and unapologetically herself. A college student by day and a rule-follower by nature, she believes in order, simplicity, and doing things her way-within reason. Her life? Predictable. Peaceful. Exactly how she l...
