Legacy (Lycan Series: #4)

VI

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  Take a look in the mirror
And what do you see
Do you see it clearer
Or are you deceived

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"Night," I called out softly, watching as he gliding effortlessly to the French doors that barred the room at the very end of the hall. I almost flinched when the doors slammed shut behind him.

I glanced across the hall at Tempest's room. Sure enough, he was there in the same position as he was on the couch.

Sighing heavily, I shut the door and stripped down to my underwear, realizing how filthy my dress was.

"I need new clothes." I whispered to no one.

After a moment of awkward silence staring at the ceiling, I decided to utilized the personal bathroom. I rinsed myself in the shower, then filled up the tub. While the water accumulated, I washed my dress the best I could in the sink and hung it to dry over the shower cubicle.

It felt good to sink into the bathtub. Kristos' mansion was like a hotel. It had bath salts and little vials of conditioner, shower gel, and soap. I dumped the bath salts in, gingerly lowering my hands in it. There was a slight sting, but then a soothing gentleness. I had inherited easily brusied and broken skin from my mom. The cuts on my hands made it impossible to put conditioner or shampoo in my hair. Instead, I wrapped my hands in small hand towels and emptied some of the shower gel onto my makeshift loofa. I gently scrubbed at my skin, taking my time in to treat it.

By the time I was done, my cuts were healing much better. I removed the hand towel and stood up, wrapping a towel under my armpits. There was no toothbrush but there was mouthwash. I rinsed quickly, swishing the blue liquid around my mouth. I leaned down to spit, pulling back up as I rubbed my face with a corner of the towel.

My reflection scared me as I opened my eyes. Like an Ancient, the blood on my cuts were violet. I kicked back, my grip on the towel tightening. I blinked again, expecting the image to change. Instead, it seemed to press against the glass, the mirror bending around it.

Reflection me grinned. "Hello, Lux."

And I remembered once that Stark told me Mom used to have the same issue, looking into the mirror and seeing someone else- all because of the pressure of the prophecy. But I wasn't going to be like my Mom. I wasn't going to bend to the will of pressure. I refused.

"Oh hell no," I growled, slamming my fist into the glass.

The Ancient reflection of me screeched as the mirror shattered- not just in the vicinity where I punched, but the whole thing. It all collasped, raining glass shards down in the bathroom.

I stumbled back, realizing that my hand was seriously fucked up.

"Lux?!"

I turned at Tempest's voice.

He was gripping the door jamb, shock written on his face. "Goddess what happened?"

I stopped him before he could take a step forward. "I'm fine. Just saw something. Go back to sleep. You shouldn't be up."

Releasing a shaky breath, I moved to grab at my dress to change but it still felt wet to the touch. I'd get sick if I wore it.

He crossing his arms, leaning against the door frame. "I'm not leaving you, Lux."