Blake’s pov:
- Blake, Blake, Blake, you’ve got quite a tale to tell me. You guys left what, eight years ago? I didn’t even get any letters from you.
Alec points out as I close the door, having my back turned towards him. A weak smile manages to makes its presence on my face as I turn back to face him. Alec will be sure to make me feel bad about that one. He’s holding his arms in a cross as he seems like he’s expecting someone else here too.
- I guess we thought that letters would be too soft for ya…
I respond as I sit down on the bed. Alec keeps his eyes on me for a moment…
- You know, I was expecting to see your brother greeting me with the kind of excitement that would make me forget I missed his sorry ass.
He lets out. Everything inside of me just collapses. The moment those words hit me, I just go numb and when I look at Alec, I can tell that he knows something is up.
- Blake, you’ve got that face. After eight years I still recognize the kind of face you give when I’m saying something either utterly ridiculous or when I’m stepping on somebody’s toes.
He goes on. I take a deep breath to myself, trying to avoid his gaze as I walk over to the window, wondering how I’m gonna say this. It should be easy, right? I should just tell him straight forward. Instead it isn’t…it never is.
- Blake, where is he?
He asks. I find myself struggling to keep away the pain from him. Something tells me that if I just turn to face him and I let him look at me, he will know in less than second.
- He’s dead, isn’t he?
He then asks as I can sense the darkness in his voice. I nod weakly as I find myself letting out a breath that’s been building up ever since Damian’s name came up. Alec and Damian were close. People would mistake them to be brothers if they didn’t know better. I finally manage to gather the strength to turn back towards him.
- Yes, he is.
He closes his eyes for longer than a standard blink and takes a very deep breath. I can see that he’s hurting and I expected that, but this goes way deeper than I thought would be the case. His hands are gripping on the covers. If the covers were a person, that person would’ve been dead now, that’s for sure. Being straightforward with him about what happened can be both a good thing and a bad thing I come to realize as I just back down on the bed and look at him. He’s not dealing well with this.
- Who killed him?
Here we go. My heartbeat is rising inside my chest as he keeps this glare on me that I can’t turn away from. I can just see the imminent pain in his eyes. I can’t take it however. I find myself walking over to the window again.
- Blake, who killed him?!
He let out a deep breath as I hear him getting up on his feet before I turn towards him.
- It doesn’t matter, Alec. I killed the him, alright? He died less than a minute later.
I answer, but he doesn’t accept it. He wants to know who it was. This sticks so deep I’m starting to wonder if I ever truly knew what their relationship was like. I don’t remember having seen him this tense before.
- Don’t hold back on me, Blake. I need to know!
This is not going well.
- Why do you want to know? It happened three years ago and it’s been dealt with!
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The Rogue Mate
Werewolf"- Have you figured it out? He asks me as he manages to place one of his hands on my face before he traces it down my neck, past my chest and down towards my hips where he grabs a solid hold of my thigh. - Yes, I have... I answer as I move my head...
