His Heart For Collection

Chapter twelve

When I awoke, I felt a blinding headache. I tried to get off the bed, but my world spun. I didn't know how long I slept.

I wondered if Drew ever did come back. Or if the ceremony has already started.

When my world stopped spinning, I stood up, then went to the bathroom. I was confused when I saw a sticking plaster on my cheek. What happened? I didn't remember having that when I came here.

I sighed, balancing on the sink. I had to call Drew and ask if we were going to the ceremony or not. I hoped I hadn't missed it.

I took out my phone, then dialed Drew's number. Drew answered on the fifth ring, voice out of breath when he said, "You didn't open for anyone, right?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Thank you, my love. I'm coming to get you."

Before he could hang up, I asked, "What happened to my cheek?"

There was silence on the other side for a moment. I was confused.

"Do you remember what happened?" he asked, voice low.

"What happened?" I asked. I didn't remember anything. All I remember was that I locked the door and went to sleep.

"You fell from the bed. When I came to check on you, you were on the floor. I think you scraped your cheek when you fell," he explained.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. "I don't fall off the bed, Drew. You know this too."

"Well, I don't know what happened for you to end up on the floor, but you were. I'm coming, my love. I have to introduce you to everyone."

"Alright." I hung up, sitting down on the bed. There was something seriously wrong with me. I had this feeling that I was forgetting something. A part of me felt missing. I could not explain it, but something was amiss.

I went back to the bathroom so that I could wash my face and fix my hair. I removed the plaster, seeing the wound on my cheek. It was a 2 cm line, like someone clawed my cheek.

I sighed, then washed my face. My wound stung. I wiped my face with the towel, then applied moisturizer. I fixed my hair closer to how it looked before I slept, then went back to the bedroom to wait for Drew.

I didn't have to wait long for him. There was a knock at the door, and then Drew said, "It's me, my love. You can open up."

I went to the door, then unlocked it. I stepped back so that Drew could enter. He closed the door behind him, then tugged me to him, hugging me. I could smell the alcohol on him, which made me push him away.

His eyes were a bit hazy, and I swear they were a bit red. "Are you drunk?"

He shook his head, taking my hands in his. "No."

I crossed my arms, glaring at him. "And what's wrong with your eyes?"

Drew huffed, saying, "They got irritated."

I didn't believe him. He must be too drunk. "Has the function started?" It was now ten in the night, and the function was supposed to start two hours ago.

"Yes. But worry not, the important part is yet to come. I want you there beside me, my love. Your presence will give me the strength to face everyone."

He led us out of the room, his hand holding mine. He was excited, telling me how he's been waiting for this moment for so long that he was afraid that he would die without it coming.

I tried to share his excitement, but the shivers I got were distracting. My blood ran cold as we approached the ballroom. I held tightly to Drew's hand, not wanting to get lost.

When we arrived in the ballroom, there were many tables that accommodated too many people. I felt myself walk so close to Drew. The eyes that followed us were unnerving. I couldn't shake off their stares.

"What's with the red eyes, Drew? Why didn't you tell me that was a thing for the function?" I whispered, annoyed that Drew would let me come and be the odd one out.

"Don't worry, my love. You are perfect the way you are," he replied, making me pinch his arm.

We went to sit at a table closer to the front. I could see my in-laws on the table beside ours. I was relieved that I didn't share their table.

My eyes briefly connected with Isabella's. She smirked, clawing at the air. I got deja vu. I swore it was not the first time I was seeing her this night.

I frowned, about to tell Drew that I think I saw his sister in my room, but Drew stood up before I could tell him.

"Stand up with me," he whispered, smiling. I stood up, confused with what's happening.

"My coven and my neighbours. Tonight is a special night for me and my beloved. I am aware that I have never introduced him to you. I am pleased to introduce my beloved, Leonard Chester-Harimot."

I waved with a tight-lipped smile, foreseeing all the ways I was going to kill Drew when we leave. He couldn't give me a heads up that he was going to attract attention my way?

There was chatter, people whispering amongst themselves.

"Please share your thoughts. I am well aware that not everyone will agree with the choice I have made to make Leonard my beloved. So please, feel free."

Too many people spoke over each other, questions fired at Drew.

"But he is human, my Lord!"

"He's not one of us!"

"Does he know who we are?"

"Is he willing to step up to his title?"

I sat back down, my mind fried with what they were saying. Of course I was human. What am I supposed to be beside human?

Drew held up a hand, the room quieting. "The concern is Leon being human, right? I can assure you that his heart is so pure, it doesn't matter if he's human or not. For now, I want you to welcome him because he is the key to our freedom."