Book 2 of To Be Trilogy
♔ She is no longer what she was. A human girl, who had a family she did everything for, with no risk too large. A human girl who fought for their safety even when she could not stand beside them.
No - she was once a human gi...
This is a shorter chapter guys, so sorry for that (I have about 4 prewritten that you will be getting over the next two weeks) I'm hitting my dissertation HARD over the next few days so then I can fully dedicate to writing a good chunk of chapters for book 2. Do not worry, uploads will not be stopping - my brain won't let me. I am also almost entirely done with editing the first book (which has taken up a lot of my time) so I will have much more spare time to devote to book 2. In honour of that milestone, please enjoy this very cheesy photo (and face reveal) of me in my oodie after work holding my proof read PAPERBACK.
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I cannot express the amount of love and gratitude I have for you guys - your kindness and support has 100% been the push I needed to take this huge leap. You are entirely brilliant ❤️
Now, I won't hog your attention; feel free to read on...
♔ 𝔑𝔦𝔯𝔞 ♔
As Calix and I settle into the comfort of my lounge, the atmosphere is tense. More than it has ever been before.
I am far from a good mood. After all that Cenred spoke of, all that he asked, and the realisation that settled upon me, I do not want to have this conversation. I do not wish to admit that I despised seeing Calix bow for me. I do not wish to admit that I fear what end will meet him if he competes in the Equinox. I do not wish to admit that losing him would be beyond painful. There is nothing I want to talk about with him at all, not when it will make me seem so weak. I had promised myself I would not come to care for anyone ever again. A promise that has been broken, because I know I care for Calix too much. It makes me vulnerable.
He offers me a drink from the trolley of alcohol off to our side, and I accept the half-filled tumbler. Instead of drinking, I only nurse it in my hands. It stops me fidgeting in this discomfort. For that same reason, I remain standing. I would find no relaxation in the sofa before me.
Calix takes his position leaning against the wall, his ankles crossed. An unbothered posture – not nearly as rigid as me. I envy his ability to transpire nonchalance. My body betrays my emotions, whereas he has an impeccable capability of hiding his. It makes me wonder if he ever feels anything at all.
"How are you feeling?" He asks, taking a small sip from his own glass of liquor.
"Do you truly care?"
His jaw ticks. "I would not ask, otherwise." I wait for him to expand. "I have not seen you panic like that before. It was not a kind sight."
"Nor was it a kind feeling." I drop my eyes from him. I doubt there will be much sympathy there, but I do not wish to risk the chance of seeing it. "I am fine."
His sigh is heavy with resignation. "You do not have to be. There is no strength in pretending to be strong all the time."
I scoff, levelling his with a frown. "And, what? There is strength in weakness? In vulnerability?"
