The Lightning Queen

Chapter 8

Cal

I knock on Nanabels door and she answers.

"Tiberias Sweetheart what are you doing here?" My grandmother has the same electric bronze eyes as me and my father but she will never see the hurt behind them I hold as a result of leaving Mare.

"I miss her." I grip the last thing I have of hers: a lip gloss. I know its weird but it was the only thing I had of hers. I feel depression devouring me whole.

She loved me so much, she gave her self to me. I should have cherished her more. Her perfect heart, her amazingly warm brown eyes; I just melt away when I stare into them. Her lips, her words and her beautiful face and smile.

"Sweetheart your father wanted this for you, you can have her when we eradicate your pest of a brother." She touches my face and continue. "Just have patience for now." Her expression reassures me. Patience.

I walk to my room and think briefly about my plan.

When I take down Maven's Kingdom I will marry Mare and I will let Eve be with Elane. If I married Mare while Maven was still an official King, the houses would return to Maven's side because they would not approve of a Red Queen. I'm stupid for what I did but I need to do this before I be with her.

I won't kill my brother; I have no intent on letting him die. At the moment I am not looking for a whisper the search is taking up too much of my time.

I pass the infirmary and I stop by.
"Sara." I call but there's no one here and then she and my uncle Julian walks out of a closet and she fixes her hair.

"I'm here for my sleeping pills." Julian gives me a look of pity. It makes me so angry.

I can't sleep properly anymore, I wake up twisting and turning maybe because Mare ruined me. I miss her next to me. I miss her purple lightning and her head on the crook of my neck and her arms around me. My grandmother made Julian use his abilities to hold me back from taking a jet to Montfort on my wedding day to get her back.

I take the sleeping pills and leave. I can't be a King not with this mentality eating at my insides. I did something terrible, I sent a spy this morning to Montfort get pictures of Mare for me. It must be done.

I close my eyes and hold the only thing she left for me. I know its weird to have something like this but again: when your desperate to have a little piece of someone, you hold onto the only thing you have remaining of them.

I hope I sleep well tonight, but I say that every night.