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Chapter 48 : He’s Gone

*Lena*

Heather was pacing back and forth across the living room of our apartment, her face screwed up in a vicious scowl. I was sitting on the couch, my cheeks tear-stained and the tender skin above my left breast throbbing painfully as Viv held my hand, toying with my fingers to mask her own nerves.

“And he didn’t even walk you home?” Heather spat, her face flaming with fury.

I choked back a sob and nodded, to which Heather replied by throwing her hands in the air and stifling what could have only been a scream.

“F*ck these Morhan men, seriously,” Viv mumbled, her face flushed of all color as she glanced at me, then down to where Xander’s mark was, although it was hidden by several layers of clothing, and a thick robe, at this point.

I was freezing. Everything hurt. I felt like I was being torn to shreds from the inside out. Rejection. It had to be rejection. How could I have been so stupid?

“I say we kill him,” Heather said sharply.

I would have thought she was joking or trying to make me feel better, but her expression was deathly serious. “I’ll be fine,” I cried, but I didn’t feel fine.

“What the f*ck was he thinking! Marking you, then kicking you out–” Heather was raging.

I’d never seen her like this before, and if I hadn’t been on the verge of a total breakdown, I would have been incredibly impressed by her ability to throw herself into this kind of fury.

I was crumbling. My entire body was shaking as Viv tightened her grip on my hand.

This kind of anguish should have sent me into a tailspin and ignited my powers. But for whatever reason, all I felt was grief.

My fingers weren’t prickling. Plants weren’t growing between the gaps in the hardwood floor, and I hadn’t obliterated my roommates in a burst of light.

I was just devastated, and for the first time in my life, I was able to feel every single excruciating emotion without it causing me to spiral out of control.

Normally I’d retreat. I’d back myself into the darkness, looking for the door to the secret place, the garden I kept hidden in my mind.

I hadn’t been able to find it today. I was numb to everything but the pain radiating through my body.

Xander had sent me home in a pair of his sweatpants and sweater that hung so loosely from my body that I had to hold my pants up as I walked the five blocks between our apartments. Xander was a mess, fighting with Adrian the entire time I dressed, the argument spilling into the hallway and down the stairs into the lobby of the apartment building.

At first I thought someone must have died based on the severity of the fight, or that we were under attack. He was frantic, pulling on a coat and hat and practically pushing me out the door, telling me to go straight home without giving me a single second to ask why, or what had happened.

He stalked off down the street, in the opposite direction, while I stood on the snowy sidewalk in my walk of shame outfit, the sweatpants I was wearing covering the black leather boots I’d worn the night before, which were useless in the thick snow.

Adrian had tried to apologize, but I had been too shocked to register what he’d said. He took off after Xander, leaving me alone.

The pain didn’t start until I was halfway home. The ribbon woven through my body, tying me to Xander, felt like it was fraying, pulling so tightly around my heart I thought it would rip and fall to pieces.

to fall when I began to wonder if he had woken up next to see, full

thought. You i***t. You knew better. This went against

many times had I ended up on this couch surrounded by my roommates as they tried to help me? I was nothing but

leaving tomorrow. It was a

argue about what could be done, I felt a sudden, inexplicit peace wash over me. I leaned into the couch cushion,

a deep void inside of me, whatever had been there before replaced

hold around my heart falling away as the throbbing of the

I tried to fill my

me as I staggered toward the kitchen and poured myself

but I chugged the water, closing my eyes as

setting the cup down on the counter.

Viv asked, but I shook my head, cutting her off as I turned to

softly, my voice losing

Heather growled, still looking as fierce and heated as

anymore. It doesn’t

breath, but Heather

said anything after that. I padded to my room,

was setting as I rolled out of bed,

and half full. Little

apology. I owed them endless thanks for caring for me repeatedly over the past few

to tell them the truth, just

back into my room and rummaged through the desk in the far corner, finding two pieces of paper and a pen. I spent the next hour spilling my truth out on paper, crumbling the sheets between my hands and starting

my eyes closed. I heard Viv and Heather come home, their

of bed before my mind could catch up with my body. I opened

of the room, a feeling of dread washing over

asked, a lump forming in my throat. I reached up to touch the

back at me. “Xander left town,” Adrian replied, his voice low and hoarse. His cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, and based on

“Where did he go?”

he tell you… did he tell–” Adrian’s words dropped off abruptly and he shook his head, glancing at me before

as she had been when I came home earlier in the day and told them what

you leave Morhan?” he asked us, turning

and Heather looked

eyes at him. “What’s

eyes told me everything

defeated. I wished that Viv and Heather weren’t in the room so I could ask him for details.

“I don’t know.”

be something–” I began, but Adrian was heading for