Chapter 115: Chapter 115

115

Pretense

Natasha.

I walked to the mirror at the dressing table and I looked at my face. For a sec, I saw the faces of the two replicas of me in the mirror instead of my reflection.

I blinked, startled for a while and I looked and walked to the windows, rolling up the window blinds so the room could be brighter and less stuffy.

What did that dream mean?? My dreams always manifested in reality I have absolutely no idea what this one means.

I sighed, giving up and I walked back to my dressing table.

I was not wearing the same dress I wore on the day I had an argument with Dante and I wondered who might have changed my dress.

For a sec, I imagined it was Dante and color crept up to my cheeks. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I reached for the zip and pulled it down so I could get out of this dress and wear something new.

I needed to have my bath too. I went into the bathroom and as I bathed, I stopped to look at my chest.

It didn't hurt at all, but there was a thin flesh scar on it. I ignored it and I continued washing my body.

As soon as I was done, I walked to my closet and picked a simple black dress, wearing it and throwing the previous dress in the laundry basket.

I walked back to the dressing table and combed my hair, packing it into a messy ponytail.

I need to get something to eat.

I slipped into my sandals and I walked out of my room. I closed the door and stood in front of my room, looking around.

My eyes met with Dante who stopped walking Immediately, and just like that, the hunger I felt disappeared.

I sighed on the inside as he walked up to me. He said he didn't want to see me so why was he walking up to me. Probably to finish what we started

"You're awake-"

I decided to completely ignore him, and I faced Nathan.

"Nathan, what happened to me?" I asked and Nathan glanced at Dante. Nathan was Dante's friend and I knew I was putting him in a tight spot, but I can be selfish for once, can't I?

"You didn't break the bond," he replied and I nodded. Yeah, I knew. I could still feel it when I woke up.

"Yeah, I figured."

"You didn't stab yourself with a Silver Oak dagger, it was a regular silver dagger with a similar hilt," Nathan added and I signed on the inside.

We didn't look at it closely, or perhaps I didn't. Maybe Dante knew that it wasn't the Silver Oak dagger and he did it because he knew the regular silver wouldn't kill me.

He still wanted to hold on to me, but keep his "heart" to his dead mate.

"For how long was I out?"

"8 days," Nathan replied, "I have to go now. I'll see you later," he quickly said, running off before I could ask anything else, leaving me and Dante alone.

I avoided looking at Dante who was standing very close to me and it felt awkward so I just wanted to get away from him.

"Natasha, are you okay??" He asked in concern, and I sighed, finally looking at him and crossing her arms over her chest.

Why does he have to keep lying to me and pretending as if he truly cares about me?? He already made himself pretty clear already so why make it harder on me by sticking around me.

"Is your heart completely healed?? Do you still feel pain??" He asked and I rolled my eyes.

"That depends. Are you talking about the stab from the silver dagger or the emotional dagger?"

He didn't give a response but simply stared at me.

"Well, I'm perfectly fine for either of them cause even if I stabbed myself with the wrong dagger, the bond is already broken to me," I replied and he sighed in frustration, shoving his fingers into his hair.

"I'm sorry, okay??" He sounded frustrated and like he forced himself to say that.

I wish I didn't have to get fated to someone so arrogant and stuck up like Dante.

"Well, you don't sound sorry, and apologizing won't make me forget everything you said," she replied, unfolding her arms.

"I didn't mean any of that, I don't-"

"But you said it so all that must have been in your mind all this while, and you finally found the courage to say it," I interrupted him. Maybe he didn't mean to say it, maybe he said it out of anger, but all those words definitely came from somewhere inside him.

"I didn't mean to say any of that, I'm sorry," he said calmly and she slowly unfolded her arms. I expected him to finally show his anger and frustration after interrupting and yelling at him, but he remained calm.

I didn't know how to respond now and I somehow felt bad. Well, maybe he's doing this on purpose. He's only faking calmness and pretending so he can get to me and say horrible things to me later.

I just wanted to get away from him and be alone.

"I need to rest now," I said and be sighed again.

I heard the entrance door open and I stopped walking. I looked there and saw Landon walk in.

He looked so rough right now and his face was scarily pale. I could also smell the stale metallic silver smell lingering on him from where I stood.

I looked at Dante to see if they were supposed to meet up, but he also looked surprised to see Landon.

Dante moved closer to him with a raised eyebrow.

"What happened to you Landon," He asked.

"Viktor. It's Viktor." He sounded so weak and his eyelids slowly closed, his feets giving way as he slowly fell, but Dante caught him quickly.

Viktor. He worked for Dante. What did he do?