Page 60 of Losing My Siren Luna
Yasmin shook her head. “No, because Alpha said much the same thing at your reception after you left. You should have seen how worried he was. I thought he was going to throw us all out himself then.”
Hmm. Why would he have that Leona woman at his bedchamber after the reception then?
Maybe he was just trying to save face. It really doesn’t look good for him to have women from a brothel entertaining him at his wedding in front of all the guests. He could have been trying to cover for himself.
“Or maybe he really is different,”Val offers.
I scoff, “Did what happened just this morning leave your mind already?”
“You know it hasn’t. We share the same mind. I’m just thinking; he didn’t start offending us until you slapped him and called him a whore.”
“He called me a whore too!”I reminded her.
“You called him one first.”
That’s true, but that doesn’t excuse him attacking me the way he did. I don’t know how I will ever eat with the castle’s inhabitants again. We embarrassed each other, but I think I have shamed myself beyond repair. How do I come back from that? I wonder if Mimi would just bring me breakfast every morning in my room?
Wait….
I'm going to share a room with Lachlan from now on. I almost groan out loud at the thought.
“I’m sorry if I upset you, Luna. I just didn’t want to be the reason you and the Alpha fought when it was just as much my fault as it could be his.” Yasmin was looking at me with a worried expression.
“No,” I smiled at her, giving her hand one last squeeze before letting go to take a calming drink from my herbal tea. “You didn’t upset me. I was just thinking about what to do. I’m sorry to worry you.”
“No,” she smiled shyly, “Not at all, Luna. It’s an honor to be able to worry about you.”
I chuckled lightly, “You are a sweetheart, Yasmin. I look forward to a long and fruitful friendship with you. I think you might just be my first friend. Well, unless Mimi counts, but I see her more as a second mother.”
Yasmin giggles, “She is very motherly.” She then shifts bashfully in her seat, “And you may just be my first friend as well.”
We resolved to finish our meal and tea, then head to the orphanage as was originally planned for today. As we empty the pot of tea, then get ready to stand and leave, my necklace starts to pulse around my neck, not like it did in the times I was distressed, but in an oddly familiar way that reminds me of something from my past life, a memory I can’t quite place.
Odd. It reminds me of home. Not of my uncle’s pack, but of the few times in my past life when I felt truly at home in the arms of my mother. Not just my mother, though. It makes me think of the sea. The sensation I felt the first time I felt the water between my toes as they transformed into fins.
I can’t place where I have felt this before. It’s like a memory or a feeling in a memory that is trying to break free from my mind, but I just can’t reach it. Like when you smell a scent that brings forth a memory, but you can’t pull it forward enough to see the actual memory, but remembering the feelings inhabited in the memory by smelling the scent.
It’s deja vu, is what it is.
Am I forgetting something important that involves this necklace?....
“Are you okay, Luna?” Yasmin asked me, standing in front of me. That's when I realized we were standing from the table and I froze halfway up, looking odd in a crouched stance with my hand over my hidden necklace on my under chest under my dress.
Just like that, the pulsing and the sensation the necklace brought forth is gone, the memory that I feel like I almost grasped all but gone.
“I’m fine,” I smiled, standing and trying not to seem embarrassed.
That’s when Cherum walked to the table from where he was watching us, leaning against the wall from the best vantage point, where he insisted on watching us for our safety instead of joining us in the meal, just as Maurice and Percy had declined our invitation. I guess they take their jobs more seriously than I originally thought. This morning with their spiked coffee, I thought they would be more lenient with their duties.
“Luna? Is something wrong?” he asks, moving my hair from my shoulder to examine what I was holding on my neck.
“I’m fine,” I waved away his concern. “I think I was just sitting for too long. I’m fine now. We can go.”
The necklace is no longer pulsing, and I have embarrassed myself enough not to dwell on it any longer.
Chapter 20
The orphanage was a long walk from the part of town we were in, and Cherum tried to get me to wait for warriors to bring us horses to ride, but I was fine with the walk. I used to walk a tortuous hike up jagged rocks to do my laundry up the stream from the castle, in terrible shoes. My new shoes are quite comfortable, and I’m enjoying stretching my limbs and the conversation with Yasmin.
