Page 246 of Nemesync
Sleep won’t come; each time I close my eyes, there’s Luna, bloody and pale, crying in some bathroom.
I caused all of this.
How could I be so fucking blind, wanting to avenge her while completely neglecting the fact that I could’ve done it myself?
On the third day, Elijah finally carried me home.
He refused to let me walk, and I had no desire to. I loved being wrapped in his arms. The demons tried to scream, the voice of Lukas tried to suffocate me, but then he’d just kiss them away.
“Elijah, she’s not made of glass, Jesus. Let her breathe a bit,” Niko remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.
But he didn’t care.
“She breathes better when I’m around.”
“You’re absolutely insane, Eli.”
I smiled against his chest loving every second of this. “I do breathe better when he’s around.”
“You’re just a spoiled brat, and you love that, Little Z.”
Elijah shot him a cold glance and added, “And I love spoiling her, so shut your mouth, Niko. Come with me, we’re getting food.”
He leaned in and kissed me gently after laying me down on the bed, then turned toward Brian and threatened her. “Take care of her.”
They went outside, leaving us alone here.
Deep in thought, I reflected on the face of the woman who kissed my forehead after shooting me.
“She’s insane, Zanae,” Brian said. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. No one messes with my new friend like that.”
I smiled at her, “My mother shot me, I never thought I’d say that out loud.”
Brian took my hand and squeezed it, her pink hair brushing against my arm. Her big eyes looked at me with a lot of compassion. “Hey, look at me. I promise you’ll get the justice you deserve.”
I nodded, but in my head the same questions circled. They took her to hurt me, they took her because of me.
Knowing that the greatest misery I ever felt was inflicted by my own mother feels surrealist.
It is my fault, isn’t it?
It’s always been mine,always.
Elijah
We were waiting for our food outside the car, behind us were our guards. Lévi retrieved files and laptops from Lukas’s house before burning it completely. My head was full of Zanae’s pretty amber eyes. I knew something was off with her.
She no longer looked at the stars with the same love and hope, nor read books with that smile that once made fiction feel so alive. She didn’t talk as much as before; she might be weak because of her injury, but I felt like my own soul sensed that she was losing her light.
“That was too close, Elijah.”
“She shouldn’t have been in that position in the first place.”
Niko reached for his face, running his hand through his beard. “She’s strong, you know. Tougher than most of our own men.”
It’s true, she is. “Doesn’t mean she should have to fucking prove it like that.”
Our food arrived, and Nikolai continued, “She’s lucky to have you, you know.”
