BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 244: Voices {2}

Chapter 244: Voices {2}

Thanks to the heating pads Grayson gave me, my feet were no longer icy. I still can’t believe I walked my way here barefoot. I felt nothing of the cold until I met Grayson.

I watched as he wore my warm feet, socks and then some shoes, I was surprised it was my size.

"These are my moms, she doesn’t wear them anymore," he said, fixing the tie.

"Thank you" I mumbled as I took my time to scan his room. It was just portable and had a mostly black aesthetic, but definitely a mess, just like my room sometimes.

"Here"

I turned to him when he handed me a warm drink. I slowly took it and sipped it gradually. I felt my side dip from his weight when he sat on it and I turned to him.

"How did you get here, Emma?" he asked, puzzled.

"I don’t know," I admitted. "A voice told me to"

"A voice?" he blinked.

And I nodded, not knowing what to say anymore because I was still confused too. Why would a voice that clearly was mine lead me here to Grayson, and for what purpose?

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

I forced a smile and nodded.

"The last time I saw you... you were..." he paused before sighing. "You were barely breathing"

"I survived I guess?" I said chugging on my drink before fixing the cup on the table.

"I need your help, Grayson"

"Yeah you mentioned something like that earlier, but I’m still confused. Why are you out here and..." he scanned me with his eyes. "You look like you just came out of a hospital"

"I did... but technically not a hospital, the covenstead"

"Covenstead?"

"Yeah. But that is not what should be the topic, I have to find Dace, I can’t sense him and I’m worried"

"Your boyfriend"

I nodded.

"When did you last see him?"

I paused, scanning my brain. It’s so long. The last time I set my eyes on Dace was when he left in a hurry and Emilia told me he was tracking the Venatores. I knew for certain if he were home I would have known but there was a strong feeling that he wasn’t, I just hope he was okay because I can’t bear it like my body was overloaded with worry and nothing settled for me at all and my nerves were all over the place.

"Shouldn’t you call the authorities? I mean if he’s missing"

"The authorities can’t do anything"

"Why?"

I pinned him with my gaze. "Because it’s not something they can handle"

He narrowed his eyes. "I need you to be honest with me, Emilia"

"He’s a werelion," I told him boldly and for some reason, I wasn’t scared like I was before. "You hurt him... I HURT you" I said unwavering and I mean it. The thought of someone hurting Dace made me feel like I could level a whole forest with my mind.

"And yet you come to me when you know clearly what I am and what I’m capable of"

He was right, it was stupid because being a Venatores makes him an enemy to Dace and to me too but yet...

"I trust you"

"A voice in your head?"

"No a gut feeling"

He paused and just watched me, and then he looked away. "Your lips are blue, You’ll need a warm bath, I will get you something to wear," he said only as he walked away leaving me confused by his actions. I thought he would argue further about it but he just seems... cool? And there was something different I couldn’t quite place, did something happen to him?

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The hot shower was what I needed and it made me feel more alive, but I was dead inside not without Dace. I have to find him and see if he is okay. I really miss him and each time I thought of what Vanessa did to him it breaks me. Why? Why did they not let him see me? Why did they cast him away, why? I choose both clans so I belong to both but it seems like they were yet to accept it. I should have known it would come to this, I was so stupid! No matter what the two clans would never get along, it was twisted and affecting my relationship with Dace.

I didn’t wanna think about it further because it got me furious. After the shower, I dressed in the clothes Grayson kept for me. It was weird wearing someone else’s clothes but it’s not like I had a choice. I was the one who came to him wearing bits of clothes, and I have no option but to wear this. A pair of black jeans although loose because of how skinny I was and a shirt along with a baggy thick wine-red sweater, slightly enough to keep the cold away. No bra or panties, great! But I can manage.

I wiped my hair with the new towel he gave me before drying it and wearing the head warmer he kept. Geez everything to keep me warm, he must be really worried about me getting cold.

"Grayson, I’m done!" I called but I got silence in return and I was forced to step out of his room downstairs.

His house was cozy and your typical family home and it was bigger and broader than ours. My eyes scanned the comfy home until I spotted a plate on the table so I walked to it and found a one-course room. I smiled when I saw the note attached to the place.

"Eat me" I darted my eyes to the green drink, that was herbal alright. "Drink me"

I can’t say no to that because I was starving, so I took my seat and dug in. Allowing my eyes to roam the place, It was super quiet here. I remember Grayson telling me his parents were out of town for now.

I took a big bite of my bread allowing the flavors to explode in my mouth as I closed my eyes. That was when I heard it.

A faint murmur of voices to my ear and I looked around, no trace of it anywhere so it must be in my head again. But this time it came more strongly and I was forced to drop my half-eaten bread as I rose to my feet.

Taking a big swallow as my eyes trailed upstairs. I found myself wandering towards it unable to stop myself. I mentally told myself not to sneak around someone’s house but the voice didn’t give me a chance. I walked past Grayson’s room making a turn in the lobby and spotted a door. This must be his parent’s room.

Unable to stem myself I gripped the doorknob and opened it stepping into the cozy wide room, the voice got louder and I was unable to tune it down.

I covered my ears but it was futile because the voice remained in my brain and it seemed like it would explode. So I searched for the source of it, walking around the room in disarray wanting so badly to ease the voices from my head. My breathing picked up pace.

It got more vociferous when I was near a drawer, so I pulled it open seeing nothing but stuff but I scattered it off until I emptied it and then I saw a keyhole, that was when the voices dropped in tune and I gasped.

Why did it lead me here? To this? I was unable to stop myself now, the deed was already done the moment I walked into this room.

I placed my palm on it and closed my eyes, I heard it unlock with the small spell I did. I opened my eyes and moved the board out of the way and I saw documents kept in a file.

I revealed it and placed it on the table and opened it. The first date was what captured me.

"March 27th?". That was my birth month, so what was it doing here? I read through the rest of the files and the deeper I scanned through the more awestruck I was.

"Washington General Hospital, March 27th", not only my birth month but the same hospital I was born in. I saw a report and then I read through it.

"Time 11:00 pm. Martha Yeager gave birth to a still baby?" I blinked puzzled. Still baby? I knew without a doubt that Martha was Grayson’s mom but I couldn’t wrap my head around the other. It is said here she gave birth to a still baby, but Grayson was very much alive!

I looked further.

"Turned out it was a medical error, we heard him cry" I mumbled the words.

The same hospital, the same time, the same month. This was roughly the biggest coincidence I have ever seen.

I flipped the file and then I saw a Diary, I opened it and saw the same Martha again. It must be his mom’s. The faint voices were directly from here, there was something in here I needed to see.

"Emma!"

I gasp with a turn making the file drop on the floor at my jolt.

"G-Grayson," I said, quivering.

"What are you doing here?!" He demands angrily.