BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 208: His Anger

Chapter 208: His Anger

"Oh" I replied to Emilia’s words with merely a sound not knowing what to say, I didn’t know when he left, not until I set my eyes where he once stood. He left... why?

"Typical of Dacey, he probably didn’t like what they came here for" Emilia spouted on and I felt my chest getting heavy because I knew her words to be true, he didn’t wanna let me do this test, and yet I agreed to it.

"Emma"

I darted my eyes at Camille. "Go on go to him"

I nodded in silence as I turned on my heels. I don’t know where he is but I had a feeling I could find him, my mark pulsed heavily when I was on the right path so I just allowed it to lead me. And here I am walking around the big house like I knew where I was going but I didn’t. I just allowed the mark to lead me to him.

I came to a stop when I heard the birds and cricket making loud noises, I have forgotten how deep in the woods this house is, and it always seems to amaze me, just look at the bright colors of the trees and the view anyone would kill to see right now and the stream just at the corner, I could see the running stream between the trees and more loud noises of nature.

Baffled by the view I walked closer to the glass doors that was when I saw Dace, standing outside watching the view.

"Dace," I said pushing the door open and treading toward him, seeing him now cause my body to be alive and more sensitive, it was always like this whenever I was around him and I want nothing more but to be by his side and not leave there at all, was this feeling all because of my pulsing mark? No... I had a feeling this was deep within me and that unfamiliar sensation was arising within my chest as I watch him, half naked and his skin glittering with the sunlight that came out from the covered trees in rays, I can’t take my eyes away, it was impossible because I was afraid if I look away he will disappear again.

But I couldn’t move because his presence was unsettling and it didn’t usually draw me in. For some reason it shook my bones. Is he angry? Should I leave him? Maybe he wants to be alone right now, but my legs couldn’t move nor could I take my eyes off him. What’s wrong with me?

"Emma" he began and my body tautened, in a swift action he pivoted to me.

"Y-You should be inside resting" I began quickly hoping to stop what he would talk about... what is he gonna talk about? And why was I already afraid to hear it?

"Fucking magic or not I know you’re not the one who summoned that Manticore"

I tensed further, I knew this would be the talk then why was I afraid about it? Why am I shaking?

"I don’t need some testing spell to know that" he added in a low tone but the anger behind it was evident and for some reason, it wasn’t directed at me so I was able to find my voice.

"W-What were you expecting me to do? Just like your mom said they came for answers and they were willing to have it?"

"So what... you let them draw your blood?"

"What choice do I have?" I faced him. "If I would have just said no, don’t you think I would have been tormented by the fact that I might be the reason for someone’s death?"

"Really Emma? Is that how you see yourself? Because you’re different?" he huffed. "Emma, that man Oliver played that card on you because he wanted you to do it... he wasn’t just trying to find answers he’s testing you because he believes you’re the one who summoned it"

"Look I’m not as smart as you nor can I tell what they want I just wanted to be clear of any accusations that are the only reason for my actions"

"Your clan doesn’t trust you"

"And I just figured that out!" I ran my fingers through my hair. "To be one of the supernaturals" I shook my head. "No... to be different and not something they can’t understand cause many accusations, Dace"

"You think I don’t know that? You think I’m happy?"

"Then why are you angry!"

"Because you doubt yourself!"

I froze, was that it? Is that why he’s angry?

"You doubt yourself and that is why they will always come after you when some monster appears. Owen... Vanessa... Oliver or goddamn your entire clan will always direct any connections to you" he huffed running his hand through his dark hair. "Is it just me or are they starting to treat you like a werelion"

It was like a cold bucket of water was splashed on my body and I got colder than ever, was this why? Was this why I was afraid to have this talk with him? Because this was it, the main reason I was angry when Oliver looked at me like that, they didn’t come here for reasons they came here because they believed it was me, and doing that test was just a further realization for me.

Owen blamed me for the barrier, maybe even the vampire attack and the Manticore, but was I really the cause of it?

"You may be a half-witch or whatever your clan calls you..."

My teary eyes fell back on him, his eyes were sad. "But you’re Emma Adams..." he said through clenched teeth. "... and I do not fucking believe you’re a beacon for dangerous things because that’s not you," he strode to me. "I’m fucking angry because they came here and have the guts to blame you for something you have no hand in, that’s what pisses me off" he held my arms and I remained still like ice. "And if they fucking try that again, heads will roll" he growled.