Chapter 87 CHAPTER 87
Evelyn’s POV
Alpha Michael Greywood. I repeated his name in my mind as I descended the staircase.
Rosaleen Blackmoon.
Evelyn Moon.
A contract marriage. Black magic.
Gwen was changed into a pair of slacks and a tube top. I was wearing something similar, but I had a jacket over it. I guessed she had explained our mission to Xavier because he was in the sitting room when I arrived, watching me.
He couldn't take his eyes off me. But I felt it was creepy. It gave this crawling feeling under my skin.
“You look a lot better this morning,” he said to me. “I guess I don't need to ask you if you slept well.”
I gave him a plastic smile. “I slept well.” Then I looked at Gwen and then back at him. “She told you already, right?”
“Yes,” he said. “It’s a wonderful idea. But don’t wander off beyond the estate.” he looked at Gwen. "I trust you understood everything I explained to you.”
She nodded. “We’ll keep the strolls within the estate gate. Thirty minutes every day is enough.”
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the neck. “We should spend more time together when you return,” he said.
Absolutely not, I thought.
The air in the estate was a breath of fresh air. We moved slowly while my mind was occupied with the things I had learnt and how I could continue without suspicion. I wanted to check online about my family. Xavier had said I had none, but I didn't believe anything he said anymore. If I could find them, then I would make contact with them and get some help.
I pulled out my phone and pretended to be connecting to some music. Then I continued the article. Finding out I was previously married in such a way was almost unbelievable. I looked through more articles and came across the engagement of Rosaleen Blackmoon and Alpha Michael.
I remembered the Event planner had mentioned them. And Xavier had made sure she didn’t return again.
I searched for my family online and waited for the result.
“You seem pretty engrossed today with your phone,” Gwen said. “Maybe we can resume our Spanish classes tomorrow.”
I nodded. “Yes. I just want to enjoy the quiet today. Thank you so much for doing this.”
Madeline Heart and Trent Moon came up.
I scrolled through and found out my father was dead. He died about a year ago. I felt a twist in my chest. Madeline Heart was my step mother. My real mother was dead too. Xavier had not lied about it. I had no family whatsoever.
The search for Xavier’s parents left me sweating profusely. Madeline Heart showed up as his mother. There was no information about his father. My fingers trembled. Xavier was my half brother? Or was it a different Xavier? I felt my stomach churn.
The whole story got messed up in my head immediately. A headache was pulsing in my head and it was defeating the peace of taking a walk. I didn’t think I could take more of it. I placed the phone in my pocket and continued the walk in silence.
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I woke up in the night, sweating profusely. I had a nightmare again. This time, it was more explicit than the others I'd been experiencing.
I turned on the light and left it on. I had made sure that the doors were locked before I slept. I looked outside and it was a full moon.
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I am standing on a puddle of water and below is a distorted reflection of myself. When I move, the reflection remains still. Curious, I bent over to see it clearly. Then I see it is chained.
I leap out of the water and arrive at the cave again. I start walking towards the centre and my fingers run through the symbols on the wall. They glowered.
I count. Nine symbols in total.
The curved tail. Lines. Circles.
And the newer symbols.
My finger lands on the fourth. An eye.
I look at the third symbol again and suddenly I understand its meaning. A broken circle. I think of the contract marriage. It was the separation.
I move back to the first symbol. A curved tail. My nature as a nine tailed fox.
The solid lines. They had to represent a block. A separation from what I was.
The third was either a broken matelink or a broken promise.
I returned to the eye symbol again. An eye meant reawakening. I stare at it as it hums and blinks. It ignites and all of a sudden, a mirror shatters in the opposite direction. I turned around and heard my name being echoed in the space. The mirror shatters into nine pieces pushing towards me. I fall to my knees, trembling and screaming.
“I'm not ready.”
Then I opened my eyes.
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I remained on my bed, going through the details of the dream. Those dreams were not nightmares. They were telling me something.
Something about my identity. A nine tailed fox. A blurred memory of someone telling me that came to my head.
Was it my imagination?
The dreams were also talking about my past. There was a separation, and something was broken. A ring. A promise. Perhaps it was a way out.
The fourth had to be about my identity. It was the most painful part of the journey.and possibly, the most important part.
I pushed myself out of bed. I needed to write down everything in my dream. As I moved around, I caught an image of myself in the mirror.i stopped to examine myself. I looked different, almost as if I had grown new skin. I pushed my nightwear down. I traced my skin with my finger. There was not a single scar on my body, not even the redness from the constant injections.
Was I truly a witch?
Is this what that article meant by saying I used black magic?
I found a notebook and pen and scribbled down everything I could remember in my dream.