Otherworldly Redemption [Book 7]

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"I'm sorry. Did you say fifteen years?" I questioned in complete disbelief.

"Yes, I did. They sent me here because I was out of control and they thought it would benefit me." She shrugged her shoulders as if it was no big deal.

"And did it?" I questioned, finally regaining some semblance of calm.

"It did. Jelani found ways to help me get myself together." She replied with a soft smile on her face and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes again. The amount of devotion she showed to that man was unnerving. 

"So why haven't you gone back to your family?" I questioned, although I'm pretty sure I already knew the answer to that particular question judging by the way he followed behind Jelani.

"I fell in love." Her smile was even bigger than before.

"How cute." I deadpanned, this time rolling my eyes as I turned away from her. I began walking back down the hall as she walked behind me quickly, trying to keep up. My strides were longer and I simply didn't want to be caught by her.

"Hey!" She squeaked as she shuffled behind me. "What's your problem with Jelani?" She asked.

"Besides the fact that he's holding me hostage against my will?" I questioned without any real emotion as I spun around to face her. "Absolutely nothing."

"It's only to help you out." She muttered lowly.

"Thanks for your input Ms. Stockholm Syndrome but I think I'll just keep my own opinions."

Before she could say anything more we reached her and Jelani's room. As if I was the one living there, I walked right in and strolled over to the couch and sat down to relax. She entered in behind me seconds later and with a pouty face she went into the closet and removed a few clothing items and laid them on the bed. As she mulled over what to wear I admired her beauty from afar.

Everything she did was graceful. While I was annoyed with her cavalier attitude towards Jelani and his practical kidnapping I could understand staying with someone who appreciated and loved you, even if, to me, it was all a farce.

"Your clothes are in the closet in the suitcases." She called as she brought her outfit with her into the bathroom to get ready for the day. She closed the door to the bathroom and I went into the closet to see what my father had packed. Actually, I'm pretty sure that it was my mother that packed these things. 

There were three suitcases and I rolled my eyes knowing that there was no way that they packed everything of mine in here which means that opening this was going to be extremely disappointing. Unzipping the first one I sighed seeing some casual shirts and bottoms; not even my favorite ones.

The next one was filled some unmentionables, shoes, and grooming products that I needed. My clippers were in there and I smiled remembering how my mother had reprimanded me for having my feathers so long anyways but then that memory led me to the next which was my father tricking me into coming here.

As sure as I was that he was doing this for my own good I couldn't forgive him, not just yet. He's acting as if I had been a trouble maker for thousands of years or so. It has only been a few decades once I realized that my father had decided to accept Set's apology after centuries of disowning him as a family member.

Clearly my opinion didn't count in this matter because no matter how I pleaded with him he didn't listen to me and now here I am stuck in this predicament because I didn't want to trust the man who killed and dismembered my father.

"The bathroom's all yours." Marin called as she walked back into the room. She had chosen brightly colored pair of leggings that clung to her form like a second skin. The over-sized blue shirt she wore was probably Jelani's as it hung from her shoulders casually. I had to remind myself that I was still annoyed with her but with the way she was dressed it was hard to keep up the act.