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“Storm,” Atlas started, putting his hand on my shoulder as soon as we stepped outside. “What are you going to do?”
I pondered over it for a second, but I knew what needed to be done.
“I’m going to find her.” I smiled coldly. “And I am going to bring her down to her knees. That I can promise you.”
12
OPHELIA
Something was tickling my nose.
I swatted at it with my hand, still clinging to those last remnants of sleep, refusing to get my ass out of the bed. My back hurt. My body hurt as if I went through five rounds of MMA fighting, and I didn’t want to face the crazy reality I was living in.
It was bad enough that my dreams weren’t my own anymore but were instead filled with Storm and his pained face as he yelled out for me. That pathetic, fucked-up part of me wanted to believe that he did it because he still cared, but that part of me was slowly losing to the realistic part that knew he would never love me ever again.
The tickling came back, and as I opened my eyes, I saw Cillian’s smiling face in front of me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, groaning as he pressed the feather against my cheek, going all the way to my lips and then to my nose.
“Well, good morning to you, too.” He chuckled and sat on the bed.
“What time is it?” I murmured, closing my eyes again. “And why the fuck are you waking me up?”
“Well, darling…” he trailed off. “It is ten in the morning and—”
“Ten?” I exclaimed, opening my eyes, and immediately getting up. “We need to get going.” I jumped off the bed, heading straight for the bathroom. I looked down, right next to the door, and saw my backpack lying on the ground.
Cillian or Tristan must have brought it in at some point.
“The wedding is at—”
“Three in the afternoon,” Cillian finished, still sitting on the bed.
I stepped out of the bathroom, eyeing him and how calm he seemed. “Why are you not freaking out?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “We don’t have clothes for the wedding and I’m not planning on going in my jeans and tank top.”
He stood up and leisurely walked toward the wardrobe, opening the door right in front of me. “Because…” he stepped inside and within a second, came out, holding a garment bag. “While you were getting your beauty sleep, Tristan and I arranged everything.”
My eyes widened, my eyebrows hitting my hairline. “You didn’t sleep?”
“I took a nap.” He shrugged and shoved the bag at me. “Here, try it on.”
“What’s this?”
“A dragon.” He rolled his eyes. “What does it look like?”
“Har-har.” I scowled and took the bag from him.
Walking back toward the back, I started unzipping it and almost gasped when I saw the blood-red color inside. “What the—”
My hands went inside the garment bag of their own volition, touching the silky fabric.
“You should try it on,” Cillian murmured, leaning against the wall next to the wardrobe. “I think it’ll fit you.”
“How… When—”
“Contacts,” was all he said. “The hair and makeup people are coming in about an hour, so you should hit the shower if you want us to get there on time.”
I looked at him, tearing my eyes away from the dress hiding inside the garment bag.
