Blood of Revenge

Chapter 8

Days started to fly.

I quit my job, leaving the old librarian astonished since she knew how much I needed it. Ignoring all her questions, I found my way out of the library, feeling too nervous with every move I made.

I was pretty sure I was being watched. At first it felt like it was my subconscious but later, when I kept seeing the same men everywhere I went, I knew what job they were given.

If their job was to spy on me without me realising it, they were, hands down, terrible at it.

I visited my parents' and brother's grave almost every day for the following week. I just sat there and stared blankly at the tombstones, no emotions, no nothing.

This was the last time I would get to see their graves. And the worst part was that I had said good bye to them twice.

Packing up was the easiest part—especially because I had almost nothing to pack.

Just a few clothes, undergarments, a picture of my whole family in front of this very house and a few books that I'd need in my free time.

That is, if I got any...

With everything packed in just one suitcase, I was ready to leave... was I?

Nope, at least no mentally. I mean, God-knows-what would happen to me if I went with them.

There was probably a chance of running away and starting a new life with a new identity and look. I peeped outside my window and saw the not-so-stealthy spies standing across the street, trying to look like they were just some friends talking, minding their own business.

Hump! As if! They just killed my chances of running away.

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It was time!

I felt like a nervous wreck. Now I wonder why NORMAL brides are so when they have to get married. I mean, they get a choice and marry the man they love and are STILL nervous! Seriously?

There, I sat on couch of the living room, tapping my foot anxiously to the ground, and biting my lower lip.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

I got up hastily, rushing towards the door. I opened it a little and peeped outside. I opened it completely when I saw, not a group of dangerous men, but a girl standing in front of me.

Her honey-blonde hair was tightly tied back in a high pony, making her blue eyes prominent.

I felt my nervousness drain out of my body. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked in my usual way.

Her tall figure looked down at my petite one as she narrowed her eyes to analyse me thoroughly. "Are you Astrid?"

"Yes, but I don't see how this is answering my question. Who are you and what do you want?"

She straightened herself and tittered arrogantly. "What did he find so amusing about this little thing?" she questioned herself, as if I wasn't even there.

She looked at me glaring at her. "I'm Jess and I've been looking almost everywhere for you."