Chapter 68 Let Me In
Lorenzo’s POV
Her breath trembled, neither did mine. For a moment, it felt like she might actually step closer, or I might pull her closer.
But she didn’t, and I didn’t. Instead she broke the silence.
“Lorenzo,” she whispered, her voice small but still steady enough to shake me. “If you care….. if any of what you just said is real….. then let me in."
My heartbeat thudded in a stupid and uneven way. One moment she was denying her feelings the next moment she is confessing them and that actually confuse me even more. Even though I don't want this to go too far, a part of me wants her to own her feelings and stop playing games with my heart.
Her eyes held mine, fearless, even though she had every reason to be scared. “Let me into your heart, Lorenzo.” She repeated.
“No,” I said too fast and sharp. Unable to understand if I actually meant the word.
“Why…..?” Her voice cracked.
Because I’m not the right man for you, I’m not good for you. I’m broken and carry nothing but vengeance and blood of so many innocent people in my head.
But I couldn’t tell her that.
I looked away before speaking, because looking at her made it harder to lie. Harder to say what needed to be said.
“Because,” I swallowed, “my heart belongs to someone else.”
I heard her breath catch.
Someone else?
Yeah, that’s right. But could that someone make me easily kill what I’m beginning to develop for Eve at this point?
That is exactly what I don’t know and I wish I could know. But how would I when I don’t even feel a thing for Kim who is supposed to be Delilah now.
I kept my face turned slightly from Eve. I didn’t trust my expression. Didn’t trust what she’d see in it.
Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Who is she?”
I closed my eyes for half a second.
Then the past hit me hard.
Delilah.
The name alone was an echo in my skull, even if I have to call it a thousand times in my life. It always carries this soft, dangerous,and intoxicating aura. A memory burned into me in a painful way. A ghost I had chased through centuries of blood, betrayal, kingdoms, and graves. The seer’s voice appeared in my head again. The one you have been searching for has returned. She was reborn wearing a new face.
Kim’s face.
And that was the problem, Kim wasn’t Delilah.
But no matter how hard I want to disagree with the seer, I still find a reason to believe her.
My stomach tightened. My jaw locked. My heartbeat pulsed too fast for a man who had lived more than enough lifetimes.
Evelyn stood there watching me struggle with a truth she didn’t even know the weight of.
The thoughts spiraled in my head again. My heart belonged to someone else. Someone I’d died for, killed for. Begged the universe for.
But she wasn’t Evelyn and Evelyn wasn’t her. And yet, somehow, Eve was the only one who made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t understand. She was the one who made my hands itch to pull her close when she was scared. Evelyn was the one who made jealousy punch through me when another man looked her way.
I actually wish I could show her how much I care, but I can’t.
Not when my soul was tied to a past I couldn’t outrun.
Not when a prophecy hunted me and refused to die.
"Lorenzo, answer me please." Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
And I finally dragged my gaze back to her.
“You don’t want to know,” I said with my voice flat.
“I do,” she insisted, stepping closer. “If you care about me like you say you do, then let me in or tell me who she is? I just want to know.”
She didn’t understand, she couldn’t. How do I start explaining my past life to her?It will only make me a weakling, I have never opened up this much to any woman.
I felt my hands curl into fists at my sides and my throat was tight.
My brain began to spin again.
Am I supposed to tell her that the woman I once loved has been confirmed to be someone that I never and still did not feel a thing for?
Should I tell her that it is Kim, but I refuse to accept it as the truth because her smile is wrong. Her soul is wrong. Her voice doesn’t sound like hers.
Delilah had fire and rage. A softness she hid under those bravery.
Kim is nothing like that.
Why would the universe do this? Why would the seer lie? Why would fate be so cruel?
But then another thought pierced through me, What if she wasn’t lying? What if Kim truly is Delilah reborn?
What if my destiny is already decided? What if my future has already been written in blood and time?
And then, the worst thought of all
What if Evelyn is only pulling me away from what I spent centuries fighting for?
My chest burned and I looked at Eve again.
Her eyes held this aching kind of softness that made everything worse. She wasn’t demanding. She wasn’t yelling. She wasn’t trying to own me.
She was just asking to be let inside a heart that didn’t even know how to stay whole.
“Lorenzo,” she said again, softer this time, “I hate that it has come to this, but if you can just give us a chance. It mustn’t be Love. Just…..something real.”
Hell. She didn’t know what she was asking for.
“Evelyn,” I breathed out, shaking my head once, “I can’t.”
“You can,” she whispered, desperate now. “You just won’t.”
Her words hit harder than they should have.
I stepped back, unable to find the right words.
Her brows tightened. “Why? What’s so terrible inside you that you think I can’t handle it? Why do you think that we can't work out?”
Everything.
I opened my mouth and closed.
Then I forced myself to speak the ugly truth.
“Because the woman I loved, my past and my beginning, my entire goddamn origin, she still has my heart.”
A long silence stretched between us.
Evelyn looked like someone had slapped her breath out. Her mouth parted slightly, but no sound came out.
“And you're...... still in love with her?” she finally whispered.
Love?
That word felt too small, human and too fragile for what I felt for Delilah.
“I owe her everything,” I said quietly. “My life, my curse, my power, my eternity. She was the reason I came into this world the way I am. The reason I survived centuries."
Evelyn swallowed hard, her expression saying that she didn't understand. “Is she….. alive?”
My heartbeat stumbled.
“She exists,” I said. “Somewhere.”
I inhaled sharply, trying to hide my emotions.
Evelyn stepped closer. “So this woman….. she still owns your heart even after all these years?”
“Yes.”
It was the cruelest thing I could say, but the safest thing to protect her.
Evelyn blinked rapidly, fighting tears or anger, maybe both. “And you wouldn’t….. let someone else in? Not even a little?”
I looked at her for a long time before coming up with something that I feel less hurt for her. “My heart is not mine to open,” I said. “And not yours to walk into.”
Her voice cracked. “Then, why not go back to her? Back to loving her again"
I felt my entire chest lock up. I didn’t answer.
“Lorenzo."she whispered again. “You deserve love, someone that will show you that life isn't about hurting others, if you truly love this woman. I'll advice you two get together and trust me I'll never stand between you two. I just want to see you act like human for once and I promise once you get back your powers, I'm leaving your life for good."
My tongue dried up. The urge to say something and at the same time say nothing caged me in. I couldn’t continue the conversation anymore, it was useless. She is bringing out the weak side of me.
For a second, I almost told her the truth, that it was Delilah, now wearing Kim’s face. I almost told her that I wished it was her instead and I don't want her to leave even after getting back my powers.
But that wasn’t part of the plan.
So I moved past her, kept my expression cold, and walked out on her without looking back.