Free Web NovelChapter 78: Chapter 78 The Past
Jasmin’s POV
I knelt in front of Jonathan on the floor. He seemed so defeated, so broken in a way. He oozed shame and sadness, sitting there with his head bowed down. Not meeting my eyes. Not saying anything to ruin the words his wolf had said.
I ask of him to look at me, and when his eyes meet mine, I have to take a deep breath. The utter hurt and regret swirls like pools of despair. His hands are fisted, almost white at the knuckles. His posture is rigid, as if he is waiting for his execution. He thinks I am going to reject him; I realise.
"Do you forgive yourself?" I ask. Not the question he expected, and he blinks several times before shaking his head.
"I made such a big mistake, and... I. I didn’t mean to hurt you in any way, but... this is difficult to explain." He says, looking down again. I nod, taking a hand and intertwining my fingers with his. This also surprises him, but he doesn’t take his hand away. Progress.
"We will talk, and we will figure it out. You need to stop being jealous of my brothers, because we are close and have always only had each other to depend on. This is a story for another time, but trust me, Jonathan. I am your mate, and I want this to work!" His head snaps up, his eyes wide with emotion. Then a smile spreads on his handsome face. I remember his wolf’s name; Poseidon. That’s pretty accurate, because he really looks like a god. Not that I will ever admit to such out loud. Sundancer chuckles in my mind. She agrees fully with this. freewebnovel.cσ๓
We both stand up, looking around the room. My cheeks heat of embarrassment as I suddenly remember the crowd gathered in the room. Jax and Willow send me a thumbs up, while Jasper looks skeptical. But I know he will support me no matter what, he is just worried about me. He doesn’t want to see me get my heart broken again.
Ellie claps her hands together, standing up.
"Now that, that has been solved, I think it is time we do this memory travel. I need a nap after this." She says, while rubbing her hands over her stomach. I suspect she is having more multiples, but that’s only based on my experience with pregnant women in the underworld. The swollenness and the shape of the stomach. She and Jason seem very secretive about it, though, so I can’t be sure.
Nods and murmur of agreement sounds at her words, and Adriana stands up.
"I need everyone to sit in a circle, hold hands, and close your eyes. You need to empty your minds and trust in my magic for this to work." She then waves her hands, and the furniture moves to the walls, making room for us to sit in the middle of the office. She snaps her fingers and eight chairs appear in a circle, with a pillow in the middle on the floor for herself.
We all move to a chair, taking each other’s hand and close our eyes. Adriana mumbles under her breath, while popping sounds from the bottles echo in the room’s silence. Our hands vibrate, like an electric current flows slowly through them, before everything disappears under us all. Adriana tells us to open our eyes, and we can let go of each other again. The spell worked.
- Memory -
We are standing in the hallways of the school. Everything is dimly lit, as per usual, and from one end Adriana walks towards our crowd.
"Remember, they cannot see us, touch or hear us. We are here in a spirit form, only observing the memories of me, Jasmin, Jasper and Jax. We can’t undo things, and we can’t interfere." Adriana says, while throwing a glance over everyone.
"But we may talk to each other? Right?" I ask, not sure of the rules of this kind of magic. She nods with a small smile.
"Well, well, well. If it isn’t the little witch/vampire girl. Why don’t you go back to where you came, or crawl under something nasty and die? You don’t belong here. We are demons, not half-breeds." A pretty boy says, while cornering Adriana up against the lockers with his gang of followers. She says nothing, but only tightens her hold on her books. Tears in her eyes at his harsh words. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"Aren’t you going to answer, little bitch? I am talking to you. Hallo!" The boy sneers, getting up close to her face, almost spitting at her while talking.
Then a girl with fiery red hair runs down the hall. Narine.
She is yelling for the crowd to get lost.
"Leave her alone Camron! She and her mother are favorites of the king, and will personally tell him about your words if you don’t get lost right now!" She skits to a halt, putting her hands on her hips, staring at the boy. Her eyes are ablaze with anger, and she is not backing down!
"I remember this." Jasper says. "I saw her make an agreement with Camron outside of school. He was supposed to harass someone in school, but only with words. She payed him to do this. But I didn’t know it was you, Adriana, or that it was for her to come save you. That sneaky bitch!" He sneers at the memory persons.
Out of the side of my eye, I see Jonathan has gone deadly pale. His eyes are wide, trained on the younger version of Narine, and he is trembling. I take his hand in mine, sqeezeing in reassurance. He lets go of my hand, putting his arm around my waist instead, holding me so close to him I can feel his rapid heartbeat.
In the memory, the girls have made friends. We see them play together, read in the library, and walk in the forest of the upper realm. I notice how Adriana is kept out of reach of others. She is constantly told how much others talk about her, behind her back, how lucky she is to have a friend at all and especially Narine of all of them, and how much me and my brothers loath her. Her mother being one of my father’s favorite mistresses, I can understand where that misconception comes from, but I never loathed her.
