Touch

Chapter 26| Shattered

After my conversation with Cirini, it would seem that I was right all along. Everyone else around me knows what the hell was going on except for me, I truly was in the dark.

What pissed me off, even more, was the fact that Malachai, my mate was doing absolutely nothing to fix this issue.

Yes, our talk had been brief, but how far were we ever going to get if he always had an issue more pressing than our situation to attend to?

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't care, but being smack dab in the center of all this bullshit and not knowing what was happening was bringing me to the edge of insanity.

I tried removing myself, but he dragged me back here, and when he isn't chasing me, I have another vampire who for his age takes far too much joy in playing games, that quite frankly aren't fucking fun!

Malachai and Cirini were slowly but surely becoming the banes of my existence. One seemed too scared to tell me the truth, and the other seemed all too anxious to reveal it, but his love for games trumped his anxiety, because here I am, playing along like his little puppet.

Make no mistake, I'm not as gullible as Cirini thinks I am, and despite his faux pas in underestimating me, I hate that I'm an open book to him. He is right, I do have my doubts, but can you blame me?

Malachai knew Aaron, of that much I'm sure, why else did he storm off at the mention of who he was to me? Come to think of it, why did he suddenly need to leave when I mentioned him moments ago?

Like the fool that I was, I thought we were beginning to make some headway, actually starting to get to know each other, so I opened up about my loss, and he couldn't get out of here any faster the moment I did.

What the hell are you keeping from me, Malachai?

I would uncover the truth if it was the last thing I did, and not because Cirini sent me to.

Cirini was like a dog with a bone-unrelenting; while I never knew his next move, I understood one thing clearly, he wanted me, and he would use whatever means at his disposal to separate me from Malachai.

He was the type of man that attacked on all fronts. Never giving you the chance to counter an attack much less plan one. He overwhelmed you so much so that all you could do was play defense.

This would not be one of those moments, no I was seeking this truth for myself, because it was what I was owed.

I asked I stole a fucking Maserati, I gave the silent treatment, I even tried being as open as I could. I was done with asking, pleading. Whatever Malachai was hell-bent on keeping from me, I would find out.

Where to start? I thought to myself as I paced to and fro, boring a hole through my bedroom floor.

I left the room, looking for his chatty sisters, surely they had to have known something, even if their brother sheltered them just as much as he tried to shelter me.

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"Faye, Chrisette!" I called, as I entered the living room, feigning excitement to see the chatty two, "It feels like ages since I've last seen you two! Where have you been?"

"Well, not far obviously," Faye answered, as she took a seat on the couch.

"It has been an age, as," Chrisette asked, all too happy to see me, her sister- apparently not so much. Odd.

"An age?" Faye questioned, "We saw her three days ago, Chrisette."

"And yet it feels like one all the same, perhaps because we haven't spoken to her in some time," she replied, her bright smile never faltering.