VEILed: Destiny Bound By Blood.

Chapter 32 Dexterity Of Secrets

Chapter 32 Dexterity Of Secrets

Sienna's PoV

Something is wrong.

That is the first thought which came into my my mind when I entered the Wakefield Mansion.

Everything was looking fine. And I was sure that I am turning into an overthinking paranoid.

I ignored my pointless paranoia and made my way towards my bedroom. Well technically, Liz's guest room. But still. Guess it feels more like home.

Walking down the corridor I passed Liz's bedroom. The door was wide open, enough for me to see that the room was empty.

Maybe she is in one of the other rooms.

I sighed and closed the door. I went to the guest room removed my shoes and crashed into the bed. I had a very long and tiring day and just wanted to get lost in the land of dreams.

But just like any other day lately, I couldn't close my eyes. It was as if my whole body was alert, waiting for another attack and I was not sure if I can handle another one.

Prim was still in the hospital. Stable, but you could see, the frown on her forehead, the pale colour of her skin, screaming at me for not saving her.

I lay there for a few more minutes and then gave up.

Sitting up cross-legged I reached for my bag. Aunt Alberta was extremely glad to finally get rid of me and was more than happy to pack my bags for me.

She shoved a shitload of letters in the bag.

"What are these Aunt?" I enquired.

"The letters your mother hid in the attic. Thought I wouldn't notice. Ha! Alberta notices everything."

I had kept quiet and tried not to laugh at her referring to herself in third person.

I took out the letters. Most of them were written to 'sword sister'. They were ordinary letters. Asking about health, whereabouts, etc.

One letter caught my attention.
It was addressed to me.

Sienna,

You can't imagine how much I wanted to have this conversation face to face. But life has a cruel way of twisting fates. I never thought it would be so hard, almost life threatening. I never knew that protecting something so pure, so beautiful will lead to such disaster.

But this letter is not about me. It's about you and Prim. It's about discovering yourself.

You know what? Don't tell Prim but you were always my favourite daughter. Why? I don't know. But I always found a piece of me in you. Like me you are impulsive. You don't listen to your brain. You listen to your heart. That is how it should. That is the mark of a true..... I hate that I can't reveal everything to you.

Just remember. I might not be with you, beside you, but I will always be in you, inside your heart. And never ever doubt your intuition. It's precious. It can make you or break you. Save you or lead to your doom.

Finally I would say that don't trust anyone . Not even your closest friends. You would  be surprised that your closest friends are capable of doing such unimaginably horrible deeds that will harm you and  nobody wants that, do they?

Always stay true to yourself and continue to be the beautiful woman I imagined you would be.

Your Mother.

P.S Hopefully this actually reaches you because to be honest I am really bad at keeping track of such things like letter and whatnot. Love you sweetheart.