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Chapter 638

Chapter 638

Chapter 138 : He’s Dead

*Lena*

Two Weeks Later

Mom huffed out a breath, a garment clip clamped between her teeth as she fussed with the back of the fluffy white dress I was wearing. I grunted in response, looking into the full-length mirror at my reflection.

The dress was only tight around my breasts and fluffed out over my body in a “baby-doll” style that suited the growing swell of my belly to the point that it was hard to tell I was even pregnant. Silky puffy sleeves tapered off at my wrists.

“I look like a cream puff,” I laughed, glancing at Mom over my shoulder.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she bent back down to her task of fitting my now incredibly large breasts into the dress, once again.

“I like cream puffs,” Elaine said from the sofa on the other side of the airy, brightly colored sitting room in Castle Drogomor, her legs crossed on the coffee table.

Clare snorted with mirth as she flipped through Maeve’s huge leather-bound spell book that was sitting on her lap.

Sasha was skipping from one side of the room to the other, humming a little song as she pranced. Clare and Sasha were settled in Winter Forest but had come down for the wedding, which was taking place in three weeks. Clare seemed happy to be here early, and she quickly fell in step with Elaine, the two of them becoming fast friends.

I was a little jealous of that, especially since Clare still seemed skeptical of me, for whatever reason.

I chalked it up to her personality, which was probably the truth. She was just a grumpy, somewhat cold person.

Elaine, on the other hand, was back to being a ray of sunshine. I still couldn’t believe she was here. And I was glad that she was because it was all hands on deck. The wedding preparations were in full swing, the date set for the summer solstice itself.

Mom put the last garment clip in place and leaned back to examine her work, nodding at herself as she made me turn in a circle.

“I’ll have to take it out again before the wedding,” she said, more to herself than to me.

“It’s beautiful, Mom,” I assured her as I raised my arms towards the ceiling on her command so she could see how the fabric fell.

“Are you going to wear a veil?” Elaine asked, flipping through a wedding magazine.

Clare frowned at her, shaking her head. “She needs to wear a crown; she’s a princess after all.”

“I hadn’t thought that far–”

“Well, you should have,” Clare said leaning back into the couch cushions. “You have like, twenty days until the wedding.”

I waved my hand at her in dismissal as Mom turned me back toward the mirror.

“I think I’m going to wear my hair up,” I told Mom, but then I noticed the tears glistening in her eyes. “Mom? What’s the matter?”

“You’re just–oh, honey. You’re so beautiful–”

my own eyes. I’d been a mess of emotions the past two weeks since we returned from Crimson Creek. Reality was setting in, and I found myself crying over the smallest things. Only this morning I’d cried over a pair

“I’m just so happy–”

from the other side of the room, and we all turned

rising from

laugh as Clare stalked over to her daughter, who had climbed one of the bookshelves and was reaching for a vase, her tiny fingers splayed in

male voices in the hallway, and suddenly the door to

cried, and whoever was behind the

door I heard Xander’s muffled protest as Dad pushed

walked in, shutting the door firmly behind me, then his

said, a wry smile

him. “Wow? That’s all you have to

“You look like–”

puff?”

in a whoosh, shaking his head. “You look beautiful, Lena.

along the back of the dress to mark where she needed to adjust

off your hands, as well,” he said to Clare, who was red in the face as she tried to pry

to go outside!” she practically

Xander and I are going to

new!” Clare protested, but

her mom before slipping outside, and Dad gave her an apologetic glance before he left as

down on top

five,” Mom smiled. “She’ll

so,” Clare replied, but something in her tone made

my sleeves so I could step out of the dress,

a robe over my shoulders and tied it on top

raised her eyebrows, her

Sasha’s father, but we’d been interrupted by a warrior coming up to us to tell us Breles had fallen to the vampires. The memory of the moment fluttered through my chest, leaving behind nothing but

me, her face cast

right? Was Carl also his father?” Mom

beneath her to grab the envelopes she was

and my mom was long gone by the time

and failing to

out about Clare’s past. Something that chipped away at me every time I looked at Sasha, a familiarity of some kind, like I’d

“His name is Slate–”

myself against the wall, my stomach tying into a

“I’m fine–”

was looking right at me, her face flushing as she

said on an exhale,

the couch, her eyes narrowed into a

said, shaking my head. “I killed him. I killed him in the vampire

eyes on me as they waited for me to continue. I kept my gaze on Clare, watching

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