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Chapter <b>153</b>
<b>-Maya’s </b>POV-
<b>“</b>Amaya<b>.</b><b>”</b>
The sound of my name snapped me out of my thoughts. I hadn’t realized I <b>was </b>pacing again. I should stop. I should calm down. But my mind was <b>a </b>whirlwind <b>of </b><b>worry </b>and fear.
<b>I </b>shouldn’t have left him back there. I should have stood my ground, told him I <b>was </b>staying. Maybe if I had, things would be different. I wanted everything to be simple. Girl meets boy, they fall in love<b>, </b>get married, and live happily ever after.But my life was anything but simple.
<b>A </b>mate with trust <b>issues</b>, a father who was more like a viin than a parent, a dead brother I never got to know<b>, </b>a fake lover turned twisted enemy, and now witches. How much more could I handle? I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. But I couldn’t. Not with the twins here. Everything <b>was </b>just a lot. Too much.
“Amaya!” Natalia’s <b>voice </b><b>was </b>sharper this timepletely pulling me back to reality. I turned to face her. “What?” I managed to say, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears.
<b>“</b><b>I’ve </b>been calling your name for the past five minutes,” she said, her eyebrows drawn together in concern. “You need to stop pacing. Your energy is affecting the twins<b>.</b><b>”</b>
<b>I </b>nced at the twins. Nate <b>was </b>sitting quietly, his face turned towards me. Ivy was also quiet<b>, </b>her eyes fixed on me. I could understand Nate’s quiet. There <b>were </b>times he simply went quiet but never Ivy. Whatever happened between her and Alex’s aunt had something extra to it and I didn’t like it one bit..
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, feeling a pang of guilt. “I just…” I trailed off, not knowing how to exin the chaos inside my head.
“I know,” Natalia sighed softly. “We’re all worried. With Ivan looming over us and Alex gone, things <b>are </b>crazy. But for the sake of the twins, you need to calm down.”
I nodded, trying to take deep breaths. I needed to focus on the present. I needed to be strong for the twins.
“She’s been awfully quiet since we got back,” Natalia continued a, referring to Ivy.
“I know,” I replied. “Something happened between her and that witch. Or should I say, Alex’s aunt.”
Natalia’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?”
I hadn’t had <b>a </b>chance to fill Natalia in on everything that had happened. The car ride back had been filled with tense silence <b>as </b>everyone tried to <b>process </b>what we had seen.
<b>“</b><b>So</b>, if she’s Alex’s aunt, how is she a witch? And most importantly, you don’t think Ivy is one, right?” Natalia asked, her voice filled with disbelief.
I shook my head. “No <b>way</b>. I don’t think Ivy is involved in any of this<b>.</b><b>”</b>
I <b>was </b>about to exin more when Riley entered the room. My heart sank <b>as </b>I looked at her.
<b>“</b><b>Has </b>Christian heard from Alex<b>?</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>asked, my voice barely a whisper.
<b>Riley </b>didn’t need to answer<b>. </b><b>Her </b>expression said it all. No. Two <b>days </b>and he still wasn’t back. What <b>was </b>happening to him?
The weight of <b>the </b>world seemed to press down on me <b>as </b>I stood in the living room. <b>Natalia’s </b>understanding <b>eyes </b>met mine as I nodded towards the twins, a silent plea for a moment of solitude. She offered <b>a </b>reassuring smile in return and then <b>I </b>retreated to the sanctuary of the bathroom.
The harsh p of water against my <b>face </b>was <b>a </b>jarring reminder of reality, but it did little to clear the fog clouding my mind. Desperation gnawed at me as I searched for a semnce of calm in the chaos then shrill ring <b>of </b>my phone <b>pierced </b>the quiet<b>, </b>sending a jolt <b>of </b>adrenaline through my system.
My heart pounded in my <b>ears </b>as I fumbled for the <b>device</b>, my fingers trembling. I looked at the <b>caller </b>ID. An unknown number.
“Alex?” I breathed into the phone. The silence <b>that </b>followed <b>was </b>agonizing. When the <b>voice </b>finally responded, my <b>heart </b>sank like a stone.
“No<b>, </b><b>Amaya</b>, <b>it’s </b>me, <b>my </b>mother’s voice echoed through the <b>receiver</b>. A wave <b>of </b>disappointment washed over me<b>, </b><b>recing </b>the fleeting hope with a <b>heavy </b>sense of dread.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
<b>“</b>Oh Mum. It’s you.”
<b>“</b><b>Given </b>our history<b>, </b><b>I’ll </b>try not to let that tone hurt<b>,</b><b>” </b>she replied, her voiceced <b>with </b>amusement.
“I’m really sorry<b>,</b><b>” </b><b>I </b><b>began</b><b>, </b><b>my </b><b>voice </b><b>barely </b>audible <b>over </b>the pounding <b>in </b>my <b>ears</b>. “<b>I </b>just have a <b>lot </b><b>going </b>on<b>, </b><b>and </b>I’m <b>really </b><b>worried </b>about Alex<b>.</b><b>”</b>
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<b>A </b>long<b>, </b><b>heavy </b><b>silence </b>followed. I could almost <b>feel </b>the weight <b>of </b>her concern through the phone, Finally, she spoke, “Your father asked me to call. In his <b>words</b><b>, </b><b>‘</b><b>Ask </b>her <b>if </b>she <b>has </b><b>passed </b>on my request to him.” She mimicked his tone and before I knew it, I found myselfughing.
It took me a second to collect myself<b>, </b><b>“</b>You told me once he wasn’t always like this. Do you think he’ll ever go back to being happy?”
A long <b>pause</b>. I could hear her sigh through the phone<b>, </b><b>a </b>sound filled with weariness and resignation. “I really don’t know,Amaya.”
The silence that followed was <b>heavy </b>with unspoken words. I felt a lump forming in my throat, “Is that really why you’re calling? To see if I passed on <b>father’s </b>request<b>?</b><b>”</b>
“<b>No. </b>He asked me to call three <b>days </b>ago. I’m calling now because I want to check on my daughter,” she replied, her voice softening. Her words were like <b>a </b>warm nket on <b>a </b>cold day, offering a brief respite from the storm raging within me.
“Thank you, Mum. <b>For </b>this,” I whispered softly, my voice filled with gratitude.
“I’m really sorry about everything, Amaya. I wish I could do something to help. When this is all over, I hope we can both start over.”
<b>“</b>Me too<b>,</b>” I whispered, clinging to the glimmer of hope she had offered.
<b>I </b>was about to end the call when she hesitated. “I know I’m thest person you want to talk to about this, but I hope Alex is okay.”
I let out a shaky sigh. “Me too,
and-”
My sentence <b>was </b>cut short by the sound of Ivy’s voice. “Mom?” Her small voice echoed through the bathroom, pulling me from the conversation. “I’ll have <b>to </b>call you back,” I told my mother quickly, my voice filled with urgency.
“Okay. Be careful, Amaya. I don’t know what it is, but something bad <b>is </bing. I feel it in my bones. Just be careful, please.<b>” </b>Her voice wasced with a sense of foreboding. A chill ran down my spine as I listened to her words.
“I will, Mum. I will call youter,” I replied, trying to sound reassuring.
The call ended, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. I knelt down in front of Ivy, her small figure looking lost and vulnerable. “Hey, honey, what’s wrong?<b>”</b>
She touched her forehead, her eyes closed. “Not good,” she mumbled. I ced my hand on her forehead, feeling <b>a </b>slight warmth. “Does your head hurt?<b>”</b>
She nodded slowly, her eyes still closed.
<b>“</b>Okay<i>, </i>let’s get you to bed. Maybe you just need some rest. <b>If </b>you’re not feeling better, we’ll have it checked out, okay?”
She shook her head stubbornly. “No doctor,” she replied, her voice firm for the first time.
I chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. “No doctor,” I repeated, my voice filled with forced cheerfulness.
I took her hand, her small fingers cold and mmy. As we walked to her room, she looked up at me with wide, frightened eyes. “Is the blue<b>–</b><b>eyed </b><b>man </b><b>okay</b>?”
My heart ached as I looked into her frightened eyes. <b>“</b>Yes, honey, the blue–eyed man <b>is </b>okay. He’s just trying to get his superpowers back so he can save us when the bad peoplee.
She squeezed my hand tightly, her grip a silent plea for reassurance. As I tucked her into bed, I kissed her forehead<b>, </b>whispering words <b>of </bfort and protection. As I closed the door behind me, I leaned against the wall, my knees feeling weak. The weight of the world <b>seemed </b>to be crushing me, and I was starting to wonder if I had the strength to <b>carry </b>it.
My legs moved without conscious thought as I made my way <b>back </b>to the living room. A cold dread settled in the pit of my stomach. If <b>Ivy </b>was feeling unwell, there was a high <b>chance </b><b>Nate </b>would be too. The twins <b>had </b>an uncanny connection, a bond that went beyond blood.
The moment I stepped into the living room, the tension was palpable. <b>The </b>atmosphere was heavy, thick with unspoken words. Christian, <b>Riley</b>, and <b>Natalia </b>were huddled together while Nate <b>was </b>curled up on the <b>couch</b><b>, </b>his small body looking <b>even </b>more vulnerable in sleep.
“I think we should tell her<b><i>, </i></b>Christian’s voice <b>cut </b>through the silence, his words carrying a weight of finality.
My heart skipped a beat<b>.</b>
Tell me what<b>?</b>
Three <b>pairs </b>of eyes turned to me, their <b>expressions </b>a mixture of <b>concern </b>and something darker.
“Tell me what?” <b>I </b><b>repeated</b><b>, </b><b>my </b><b>voice </b>rising slightly.
Riley was <b>the </b><b>first </b><b>to </b><b>speak</b>, <b>her </b><b>voice </b>trembling slightly. “The men <b>that </b>Alex put <b>to </b>watch <b>over </b>his father are all dead. <b>Wiped </b>clean<b>, </b>but Damon
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Thorne <b>wasn’t </b>touched. <b>He’s </b><b>still </b><b>alive</b><b>.</b><b>”</b>
“So Ivan <b>is </b>sending <b>a </b>warning?”
<b>Natalia </b>shook her head, her face pale. “No, Amaya. He sent a deration.” She turned to Christian, who held out his phone. A wave of nausea washed over me <b>as </b>I looked at the screen. A macabre scene unfolded before my eyes: bodies arranged in a grotesque circle. It was clear that Ivan no longer <b>cared </b>for <b>secrecy</b>. But it was what was written in the center of the circle that sent a shockwave through me.
Alex’s name, written boldly in blood.
Natalia was right. This wasn’t a warning. It was a deration of war. Ivan wanted blood. Alex’s blood. But that wasn’t all.
Christian’s voice broke through my shock. “He sent a message and a location. He said he was done ying around. Three generations to make up for his pain. He wants Alex to bring not just his father there, but Nate too.”
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