Bitter Submission ✓

Chapter Fifty Nine

| Fifty-Nine |

|Jesse|

"For the tenth time, tell me why did you feel the need to come back. Did Dominick make you?"

Seres shook her head. "I came back on my own, Jess." There was something different about her. She wasn't this childish person, she was more calm and collected and that worried me more than when I first met her.

My eyes narrowed in anger, knowing that she could be lying and I wouldn't be able to tell anymore. "You better not be lying. I need you to act as my claimed when we go to the ball. Can you do that?"

She nodded. "I could always be your claim. You know that."

I shook my head. "What the hell happened to you? You were never like this. You had spirit, fire. You didn't let anyone get over on you. You--"

"Were like Lux, right? Well, being resurrected after all this time does things to you, Jesse. Dominick has been resurrected as well. None of us are right in the head. Him more so than me, but just enough. Some people aren't meant to live Jesse," Seres stood up and walked to the cell door.

I sighed and knew that I couldn't trust her, but I needed her. I couldn't bring anyone else to the ball because all of us are under suspicion. Seres was the least likely to be under scrutiny. 

She walked out and smirked at me as if the decision I made was a mistake. I sighed and watched her saunter out of the room. I followed after, mumbling under my breath hoping that this wasn't a mistake. 

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|Jesse|

As much as I wore suits, I hated them. I always felt too stiff, too tall and not one made me feel comfortable. Especially when I was supposedly meeting my father once again.

Seres clung to my arm and smiled, the perfect little doting succubus. It was wrong. Somehow I knew she was a traitor. I don't know what made me believe that she could be the old Seres. Deep down I knew this wasn't her. This was what was left of her after her resurrection. There was something dark around the girl I once loved. 

Blair stood across the room speaking with some incubi. I'm sure they wanted to ask him numerous questions and the rest were too afraid to come up to me. It was better that way. I was in no mood for small talk. 

"Does anyone have eyes on Head Drake?" The voice crackled in my head and I winced. I hated telepaths with all my being. Daemon had insisted to have one so we would all be connected in this situation. If things went wrong we would need communication and phones wouldn't be enough.

"Alethea and I are in the service entrance now, there's no talk of Drake yet," Luxinia's voice sounded through my head and I couldn't help but sigh. 

I was so angry with many things, but I couldn't find myself to completely hate her. 

My eyes slid over to Blair and he tensed up, his eyes traveling over to the far side of the ball.

I followed his gaze, expecting to see my father, but I saw someone that I wanted much more than him. 

Lucien strolled in, looking dapper, despite his markings and brands. Some turned their eyes towards him and he smirked, knowing that he was the center of attention. His gaze held mine, and I tensed up, hating that his eyes were the same color of Luxinia's. Such a cold gaze with those eyes. He didn't deserve them.