?Chapter 0446


    Neah


    ''It''s just like Damien said. They are all dead. We killed them. They can''t hurt you anymore." Nyx whispers as we follow Dane through the house.


    We stop outside the office door. My heart hammers in my chest and Dane squeezes my hand as he leads me inside. "Not all memories are bad. I met you here."


    My eyes flicker around the room, settling on the bloodstain on the carpet. It was where Kyle had fallen. In typical Cassandra style, it was never cleaned up. That would have been my job.


    "Why did you lie?" I whisper


    "Lie?"


    "You told them that I put you in the office. You lied."


    "I had a suspicion that they were hurting you. Trey proved my point when he went to hit you and then again when they tried putting you in the basement"


    "It seems so long ago and yet...." I had spent ages in this office, scrubbing it from top to bottom with a toothbrush while Cassandra stood over me, barking orders or yelling at how I had missed a spot. There were so many times that I wished I had the courage to shove the toothbrush through her eye.


    Well, you went a step further than that.'' Nyx muses


    I smile to myself and Dane presses his lips to my cheek.


    "You havee a long way since then." He drops my hand and begins rummaging in the desk. I move to the bookcase. Several dozenrge books lined the shelves. Books that I had always longed to read but never could.


    Pulling out the one closest to me. I run my fingers over the gold lettering. Just one simple word ''KITSON''


    I shift my eyes to Dane, but he was now busy rummaging through a cab, pulling outrge amounts of paperwork.


    As I sit on one of the chairs, a cloud of dust is thrown up around me. Spluttering, Dane asks me if I''m okay. Nodding, I open the book.


    Pages and pages of fancy handwriting in anguage that I didn''t understand. What is this? I ask Nyx.


    ''Looks like Latin.'' She mutters back


    ''Latin?''


    "I can''t be certain, can I? I''ve only been with you for a few years!''


    Continuing to turn the pages, I stumble on to a family tree. Just like the one us had done for me, only this one had more names and spread over several pages. Next to my mother''s name is the name ''Amelia Kitson'', with a birth and a death date. Stemming from her is another line that just reads ''Female, unknown. Was that Samara? Because that would make her my cousin.


    "I think.... I think I''ve found something." I mutter to Dane.


    "Good, because Trey and Cassandra were shit at keeping decent paperwork." He makes his way towards me and I offer him the book.


    He sighs. "It would make sense. If Samara didn''t know her mother. The family would not have known about her to record her."


    "But someone knew something. Maybe Amelia told them the baby didn''t survive?" I shrug my shoulders


    "Anything is a possibility. But sadly, it does mean Samara is right. You two are rted."


    "And she is a threat." I frown. "She carries Alpha genes. She could kill me and be Alpha."


    "I don''t think so."


    "Why?"


    "Because you are thest female Alpha. She can''t just rece you. And besides, if you were to die. The role wouldn''t be hers anyway. You have twin boys that are next in line."


    "Then what do we do about Samara? She can''t stay in the dungeons forever. And Cooper might stille for her."


    "Maybe not. Maybe we can convince her to help us."


    "How?"


    "By telling her where shees from." He hands me the closed book. "Maybe start with that."


    I nce up at the shelves. There are other identical books to the one I''m holding. Pulling each one out, I see that they all have the same gold lettering, but the pages are nk, like they are waiting to be filled.


    "Any luck?" Damien asks as he and us make their way into the office.


    "We have something, it''s not much, but we know who Samara is." Dane tells him. "Neah''s cousin. You were right us. Neah''s mother did have a sister."


    "Is she alive?" Damien asksN?velDrama.Org is the owner.


    I shake my head. "ording to this, she died fifteen years ago. But I never met her, at least, I don''t remember meeting her. I don''t even remember my mum talking about her. The only thing I really remember is watching my parents die."


    "Do another sweep." Dane instructs. "Make sure we haven''t missed anything. Hidden rooms. Trap doors, anything."


    us and Damien bob their heads and head in different directions