Chapter 0236


    Mallory


    “What an absolute bitch!” I snap to myself in annoyance. How could theye from the same


    father but be so different.


    Damien swings the front door open. He had made sure Neah had returned to Dane before joining


    me.


    “What the fuck was that shit you were ying at?” He demands. “I had to tell Neah that it was my


    idea for you to be hiding in the fucking trees.”


    “Why did you do that?”


    “Because everything you do, she finds suspicious. You are just lucky she believe it. Are you trying to


    get yourself killed now?”


    “No, I just… I thought I could help by keeping watch. No one will let me join in on guard duty so I


    figured I would do it myself and we all know Rogues and Lycans like trees.”


    “Why didn’t you just tell me what you were doing?”


    “Because you probably would have said no. You seem to have forgotten that I used to watch over


    the Rogues before you. That I would keep an eye out for anyone driving through the town. And it


    was a good job I was in the trees. Neither of you saw the gun that was stuck down the back of her


    stupid leather leggings!”


    “A gun?” He meets me with the same surprise as when I saw it.


    “Yes! Not the first thing thates to mind for a weapon used by a Lycan, right, but I know what I


    saw!”


    I hold the pot of coffee up to him and gesture if he wants one. He nods, slowly sitting at the table as


    he absorbs my words.


    “You think she was going to kill Neah?”


    “I don’t know. All I know is that the moment she asked to speak to Neah alone, I had to do


    something. Neah may still hate me, but if I can prevent her death, I will.” I shrug my shoulders. I was


    tired of trying to prove myself but I will continue to do it as long as I am here and alive.


    “I appreciate what you did.”


    “But she doesn’t, does she?” I sigh. “I don’t know what else I can do, Damien. If I just sit around, I


    feel like I’m just waiting for the day that Neah decides enough is enough and she is going to have


    me killed. If I do something, it’s wrong. If I don’t do anything, it’s wrong. I’ve said it to you many


    times, but maybe now, now is the time I leave, for good.”


    “No.” His answer is blunt. No reasoning to why he said no. Just the one singr word.


    “Damien, you know as well as I do that everyone who has hurt her is dead. She lets very few people


    into her inner circle because of it. You, Raven, us, Eric and Dane. That’s it. I’m literally waiting for


    the day for her to say ‘enough’ and have me hung in front of everyone.”


    “She won’t hang you.”


    “Well you won’t be able to stop her, will you. She will just order you to stand down.”


    “No, I mean she won’t hang you. She will have you ripped apart or will pry your heart from your


    chest.”


    “Thanks for the vote!” I snap sarcasticallyContent ? N?velDrama.Org.


    He groans. “Forgiveness isn’t easy for some people.”


    My shoulders drop. “I know, but you are the only one here who likes me. All anyone else can see is


    what I did years ago. No one here lets me train with them. No one here wants to be my friend


    except you.”


    “I’ve seen you talking to Raven and us.”


    “Okay maybe Raven, but I think us only talks to me because he is an oddball.”


    “It’s not like you to sound so whiny.” Damien cocks a brow at me.


    “This is not whining. This is being at the end of my patience. Because unlike other situations, it’s not


    like I can just take her forgiveness from her. It’s not a physical object! I have to earn it and I really


    don’t know how.” I ce his mug in front of him a little harder than I intended and spill coffee on the


    table.


    I angrily wipe up the spill. Feeling his dark eyes burn into the side of my face.


    “Have you ever considered that it might not actually be about you?” There isn’t an ounce of


    frustration in his tone, unlike mine.


    “What are you talking about?”


    “The whole time we have been here, what have we learned?”


    “That I’m the bitch?!”


    He snorts and shakes his head. “Shees from trauma. Not once has she had it easy, ever. And I


    still believe that we don’t know everything. The darkness clings to every ounce of her being, feeding


    on that trauma, ying with her thoughts and feelings in ways that she probably doesn’t even know.


    You know that.”


    “And then there is also the possibility that she doesn’t know how to deal with someone saying sorry


    to her. Or maybe she has never heard it from someone who genuinely means it. We both know that


    sometimes, it''s easier to be angry at the world than it is to forgive. And it''s ten times harder for her


    because she is fighting something only she can fight.”