Bitter Submission ✓

Chapter Fifty One

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|Jesse|

There's a difference between responsibility and obligation. Responsibility is something you can be held accountable for. There's a sense of moral or ethical duty to something. An obligation is simply a mandate to do something that doesn't have any moral or ethical dimension. Now, the only problem was what category would I put Seres in. Was I obligated to save her? Or was it my responsibility?

I had her killed and now that she was resurrected, it was my job to take care of her. She didn't deserve to have the ending she did. This was her second life. I refuse to let her be at the mercy of Dominick. 

But at what cost? Hurting Lux? I knew what was happening was killing her. I knew that it was wrong, but this was my moral duty. I needed to help Seres. It wouldn't be right if I didn't. She was different this time around. Scared, childish, unsure.

It was my job to make sure she was safe. Sleeping in our bed would be until her nightmares would go away. I would have Daemon set her up with her own place at least, even though it would be better if we were all together at this time. Bloodtrei had something up his sleeve, there's no doubt about that. Dominick would be more ruthless than ever. This was the calm before the storm and I think everyone knows that. I'm too busy, too tense to worry about my love life. 

Especially when at every turn I see Blythe.

I see flashes of her in the corners of my eye, tormenting me, asking why didn't I save her? I let Lucien kill her and every time I lock eyes with Lux, those same damn eyes are staring back at me with wretchedness.

I can't seem to look Luxinia in the face anymore. 

I don't know how long I will be like this. 

I...

"Yo, Jesse, did you hear me?" Daemon replied, a concerned look on his face.

I nodded, washing away all the guilt and grief-stricken thoughts. "Yeah, where's Everen?"

"She's waiting for us in the conference room, but we should hurry. You know that she doesn't wait for no one," Daemon murmured, an annoyed look on his face.

I nodded, walking slowly behind him, making sure that I didn't lock gazes with anyone. I didn't know what the succubi talked about around here, but somehow I had an inkling that it has to do with me and Luxina's lives. Almost every succubi I passed would glare at me. 

Huh, even succubi gossiped like humans. 

Daemon opened the door and walked in, holding it open for me. I stepped in and immediately locked eyes with Everen, who was sitting on the chair farthest from the door. She wore a blood-red pantsuit that matched her nails. She almost looked like an avenging angel, but I knew there was nothing angelic about her. She was a she-devil with cat-like reflexes and we knew nothing about her. We just blindly trusted her. 

"Ah, Storm. How nice it is to see you my darling? How've you been?" She leaned forward in her chair slowly, a bright smile on her face.

"Busy as we both know," I retorted, taking a seat as far as I could without making it obvious. 

Daemon took a seat at the head of the table and his eyes darted to Everen. "Would you like to tell us the information we'd like to know?"