Bound By Blood.

ch.47~Aim Straight.

"Hate is a very strong word coming from you.

We both know that isn't true."

Recovered Translated Correspondents from Death Eater Mattheo Riddle, to Order Member Alexandra Brooks, 2003.

The Riddle Manor, 2003.

Mattheo.

"What's happening here?" Were the words I finally spoke when I found the will too, my eyes darting between her and Lorenzo.

She looks so fucking broken. 

She's never broken. 

Enzo stepped towards me, a wild smile, "I did the hard part for you! I found her—and now, here she is."

I had to chose my next words extremely carefully, Enzo wasn't logical when he was worked up. He was like a fuse, the tiniest fucking thing could set him off. 

And with the position we were in now, I had to make sure I didn't set him off. 

"You know how important she is," I said tightly, trying to keep everything at bay"You should have told me beforehand. It baffles me that everyone thinks they run this shit now."

Yes. 

Make it sound like I'm upset I was left out. 

That they went above me. 

Any fucking thing else than the obvious. 

Enzo laughed, cold and menacing, "An important member, Isn't that the beauty of it? You should thank me for bringing her to you like a gift." He leaned closer, whispering just to me, "Or should I remind you how delicate her situation really is?"

The laughter rang in my ears like an eerie echo, twisting my stomach into knots. 

I fought hard to keep my expression composed, but I could feel the tension in the air, palpable as the dread pooling in my chest. 

I'm going to snap his fucking neck with my own hands. 

Enzo was dancing on the edge of something dangerous, and I needed to reign him in before his wild energy sparked a fire we couldn't put out.

I couldn't look at her. 

I couldn't bring myself too. 

Even though I could feel her presence, even though I could sense the way the weight of despair hung in the air, I couldn't afford to see her like this. 

Not now. 

Not after everything that had happened.

In my mind, the memories crashed like waves, relentless and ferocious. 

I was back in school, the sickly sweet smell of blood mixing with the scent of fear. I could hear the screams. I could feel the warmth of splattered blood, sticky on my skin.

I could see her hitting the fucking floor. 

I wanted to scream. 

I wanted to rip this whole room apart, starting with him. 

"Should I remind you who the fuck you are!? Who the fuck I AM?!" My  voice raised on the last words.

Trying to drill the point.