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“And he just stood by idly while you killed someone he loved too?”

“At first, yes - he was shocked but a year prior, he suspected that I must have found my mate because of my suicide attempt.”He pats his chest where scars are visible: “Liam found me and stopped me from ripping out my own heart in grief over losing the bond. He spent all night feeding me his blood so that my healing process could speed up. Even though it remained unsaid between us, he knew – as well as myself – that I’d found my mate.”

I chew on my lip; my aunt was a monster to inflict so much pain.

“Anyway, when Liam stepped out of the car and saw me, he put two and two together. He was disgusted with her and she started screaming for him to kill me. But instead, he stepped aside and told me, ‘I’ll start digging a hole to bury the bitch in’, which is exactly what he did. I killed her and he assisted in covering it up.”

“You’re nothing like her, Abbie. Yes, you share some similarities. At first, that might have been why I was drawn to you but you’re nothing like her - absolutely nothing like Sia. Despite my bond with Sia, I never loved her the way I love you,” Gannon assures me.

Chapter

Thirty-One

AZALEA

The sound of murmurs was what I woke to, whispers and frantic speech my mind was too foggy to comprehend. Kyson sounded worried. I can tell that much from his tone as I return to the present.

“What do you mean? How can you not know?” Kyson snarls at someone.

Moments later, Cedric’s voice reaches my ears. “If she were a Landeena, it would be straightforward, but she isn’t Kyson. She is also half Azure. I am familiar with the King’s gifts, the Queen’s she kept hidden for the most part and my knowledge is limited”

“And what? Do you have no clue either? Tatiana was your mate!” Kyson snaps when Trey’s voice reaches my ears.

“I know of some of her Moon-blessed gifts. Cedric is right, though. We can’t fully understand Azalea’s gifts until they make themselves present. She only just started acquiring them. Azure and Landeena bloodlines were the first. The Moon blessed yet polar opposites. They were never destined to bring a child into the world together. Her gifts will remain unknown until she learns to use them or they reveal themselves,” Trey argues.

Kyson sighs loudly, and I open my eyes to find I am on the couch by the fire, a blanket draped over me. Damian sits across from me, looking rather tired, his head resting back on the armchair as he listens to them argue.

“So, what sort of gifts did Tatiana have?” Kyson asks.

“All I know is she had gifts of being a seer and elemental by nature,” Trey answers when Cedric speaks.

“Garret was the opposite. His gifts stemmed from the mind, which is why no one could resist his command, and why he was so charismatic and cruel,” Cedric says, sounding a little bitter as he mutters the last word.

“So this could be a mix of either?” Kyson groans. Annoyance filters through the bond.

“Or something else entirely,” Cedric offers. I remain quiet, letting them talk or argue about what they seemingly don’t know.

Sitting up completely, I peer over the back of the couch to see Cedric hand him some leather-bound books before they both leave. Looking back at Damian, he is watching me.

“Abbie?” I ask him.

“With Gannon, she is fine, my Queen. You don’t need to worry,” he tells me before getting to his feet. Yet worry is all I feel for her, she tried to kill herself and almost succeeded if Gannon hadn’t intervened she’d be dead by now. The things I saw inside her head will forever haunt me, forever remain with me.

“Finally, you’re awake,” Kyson says as Damian steps around the coffee table.

“I am going to head back to my mate. But I will be ready to leave by the afternoon for Landeena,” he says before walking out and leaving me with Kyson.

“We are going to Landeena tomorrow?” I ask as Kyson wanders over with books in his hands. He sits down beside me.

“Yes. You still want to go?” I nod my head. I needed answers, anything to try and figure everything out.

“Any news from Larkin?” Kyson shakes his head. “No, though we have tried to reach him.”

“You don’t think that Crux …?”

“Honestly, I don’t know what to believe anymore, Azzy. We’ll figure it out together,” he tells me, setting the books down on the small coffee table.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, moving my hair over my shoulder.