âI'm sorry I overreacted...I'm sorry for saying something like that.â
âYou didn't overreact, I'm always the one pushing my nose where it doesnât belong. I deserved it.â
"Don't say that.â
âThen what else do you expect me to say? Have I not done enough, Quinn? My f*cking mark is on
your neck and yet you still refuse to acknowledge me as your mate. What else must I do?â
âNothing...â Quinn breathed. âI know you're my mate, I know that...I'm sure of it.â
âThen why is it that those words of disownment are always what you use to hurt me?â
âI know...and I'm sorry.â Her hand reached for his that was clenched by his side, hanging on to it. âI
didn't mean it, It was the first thing that came to my mind...the only words I knew would hurt you.â
âSo you wanted to hurt me? Why Quinn? I've never thought of willingly hurting you once. Those
words made me feel like this love is one-sided. I begged you Quinn, on more than one occasions,
I've begged you to love me...but you know what? It's fine if you can't.â He pulled back, his anger was
evident, and yet he was gentle as he unwrapped her hand from around his. âI'm going to bed...go
get some rest.â
âThere is this elder along the street...I heard he's gone mad, but his prophecies are accurate. I paid
him to regard me as his son, I used my disguise as his son and his influence to make the rumors
more believable... didn't give out a name, I described her appearance; red hair and brown eyes...I
also gave them her location.â
âWhere is the elder now?â
âLocked up...I planned to kill him after I was done, but heâs good...better than the elders we have
here. He told me, I'd have a son next year and Sofia is pregnant.â
"Alright, good job. Keep him locked up until all of this over, we can't have them questioning him
until he admits his prophecy was a lie...you may go, take the weekend off.â
Garth nodded, walking in the opposite direction before abruptly stopping. âAhh...I forgot. Dantae
and Frederick brought someone back with them...a guest was what they called him; somebody
you'd definitely want to see.â
Zayd clenched his jaw when right then, the swish of wind that passed had the scent of the intruder
penetrating his senses. He knew who this person was... âDerrick?â
Zayd waved at Garth before rushing off to his office, getting there in the blink of an eye. He
slammed the door open, peering inside at the man who was staring up at him with nonchalant
obsidian eyes. He seemed disheveled even though he was sitting in one of Zayd's office chairs, his
eyes were clear, but his face was riddled with different emotions.
He quickly stood up between Frederick and Dantae.. âSon...?"
Zayd looked from Dantae to Federick and then at him. âDerrick...what are you doing here?â
"How is she? My poor daughter...how is she doing?â
Zayd didn't answer him, instead he looked away, fixating his eyes on Dantae. âExplain this.â
"He insisted on following us. He claimed he had to see his daughter. We tried to get him to stay
back, but he was adamant. It wasn't like we could kill him, you gave her strict orders not to...and
he's...heâs our lunaâs father.â
âI'll deal with you later.â Zayd's eyes narrowed at Dantae who held his head, before looking back at
Derrick. âYou have to leave...you have to leave now. I'm not going to kill you since you're the only
family she has left, but you are not welcomed here. She has finally started her healing process and
nobody will ruin it...not even you.â
"Please son...let me see my child once. That girl, sheâs been through so much...at least let me see her
becoming twenty two. It's her birthday, and yet I'm the one who continuously has to remind her.
However, tomorrow or rather today ~since it is past 12:00 am~ is not only her birthday...it is also
the anniversary of her mother's death; her real mother.â
"What?"