The Entanglement {Book 1}

Chapter 27: A Union

I sat in the paint room and tried my best to paint my thoughts away. Nearly two weeks since Alina lost her baby and she has not spoken two words to me. I miss my closest friend dearly, and I wish she would say something. Even if it was just insulting, I want to at least speak to her.

She has locked herself in her room and rarely leaves even for dinner. She sits in the same spot and stares off in the distance. I wanted to be there for her, to counsel her and just let her know that I would be by her side no matter what. We've been through too much to just put an end to our friendship. I love her no matter what.

I look over at the empty stool next to me and sigh heavily. I would have to keep all my supportive words to myself since Alina simply refuses to even acknowledge my presence.

I swipe my brush against the empty canvas and bask in the silence. The painting room door opened and I turned to Alina walking in. She was wearing a simple silver gown, and she was looking behind her, totally unaware that I was present.

"If I come in here then you promise to leave me alone?" she wagers.

"Yes." Jace comments before closing the door. She turned her head and laid eyes on me. I wanted to leap with joy. He bought her here so that we could sort things out!

I had so much that I wanted to say, but to my dismay, she just glanced me over and then took a seat in the other stool. She put some paint on one of the pallets and then grabbed a brush. I sagged my shoulders in disappointment and went back to my blobs. After a few moments of silence,

"It must be nice-" Was she speaking to me? I turned to look over to see her looking directly at me.

"To have the gift of sight. To know when something is going to happen before anyone else." Alina continues. I turn away from her, she wants to argue not talk.

"What other things do you know that will happen? Perhaps you know that someone will rise from the dead...or perhaps you knew that I would lose my baby but was too much of a coward to tell me." I turned to look at her,

"I knew nothing about the fate of your child."

"All you do is lie," she grumbles while placing her brush down quickly.

"You lie about your gift, you lie about your intentions, your feelings...you probably even lie about your guilt. You probably don't even feel guilty about killing that Lord."

"Alina, stop," I reply as I can feel the anger swarming. It was one thing to blame me about the loss of your child but to sit here and make me seem like a cruel person who hasn't ever told the truth was taking it too far.

She knew that despite how nonchalant I am about the death of the Lord, it still kept me up at night. It always makes me feel overwhelmingly guilty about making a man fall so desperately in love with me just to gut him. She was standing now and pointing her dry brush in my face. She pressed the tip of the brush into my chest and leaned closer,

"You may not have even felt guilty about killing your mother." Not once in my life have I ever snapped on a person. Many times I can get my point across without screaming or showing them that they've got to me. But the moment Alina mentioned my mother, something in me snapped. I was flooded with rage, rage that I have never felt before. My fist was tightly closed and stood up from the stool.

"Never mention her again," I growl at her, but she stands her ground. That only pissed me off more. She shoved me, and I backed into my small table where my palate was. It hit the ground and paint splattered on the floor.

"I have nothing to lie about Addeline. You on the other hand. Imagine how disgusted your mate would be to learn that you murdered your own mother. Like the sick being that you are-" On instant, I shoved her hard. She stumbled a bit more than me and then launched at me. She was much older than me so when our bodies collided, I was pressed against the wall.