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53 || The Meddling Peacekeeper

Uncomfortable - Chase Atlantic

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Celina

I wake to a feeling.

It's an anxiousness that carries a fight strong enough to tear me apart. It haunts me through the night, seeps its way into my dreams and slowly eats at my sanity.

It all started last night...

The library was empty when I returned, the lights remained on, the space still clean. Everything was in its place, save for the lone figure curled into the corner of the leather couch.

Adrik was no where to be seen and I didn't know if it was a relief or a disappointment.

It felt like both.

Luckily, it vanished the moment I pulled Enzo into my arms. The weight of his head on my shoulder was an entirely new relief, while the warmth of his small body filled a void I ached for long ago.

I took him to Sitto's room, she was still awake when I entered, knitting what looked to be a disproportioned glove in the corner of the room, while fire sparked behind the large glass across the room.

"How'd you learn to turn that on." I asked. Sitto barely knew how to dial my number on her phone, she wouldn't be able to operate the control screen of a high tech fireplace.

She got up to move the covers of her bed, making space for Enzo. "Your husband does it. I told him it gets too cold at night."

She spoke as though it was an every night occurrence, as though Adrik Kozlov spared time in his night routine to come in here and check on her let alone turn on her fireplace.

There was no way.

I cleared my throat and sets the sleeping boy in my arms down onto her bed. It was big enough for her and I to sleep comfortably without each others flying limbs. It'd be more than enough space for him.

"This is Enzo." I whispered to her, pulling off his small shoes while she wrapped the comforter over him. "I already told him about you."

I debated shattering the wholesomeness of the moment. Spilling dark truth that'd break her heart and make her hate Silvio, but decided not and it had everything to do with the glimpse of her soft smile.

She pushed his hair out of his face and my gaze lingered on the strands so light they were nearly blonde before I turned to leave them. "He looks just like his father."

Her words stopped me in place. Shattering what peace came with knowing the people I cared most for were safe in this room. "What?"

Sitto hadn't realized what she'd just done, nor did I know just how far it'd push me. And when she returned to her chair, and resumed her gloved scarf, she continued. "I can already see he's going to be so handsome like your father."

My heart had dropped to my feet while betrayal soured my accusation. "You knew about his family all this time?"

"How did you not?" The look on my face had sucked the warmth in hers and replaced it with pure confusion, "Your grandfather wrote it all in his journals for you to read when he passed."