BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 417: Fancy A Drink?

Chapter 417: Fancy A Drink?

EMMA

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Who the fuck does he think he is?

I can’t believe I let him touch me like that and then shut me out, yelling at my face to get out when he was the very one who told me to take my clothes off. His mood was fast changing and I almost didn’t recognise him anymore. I thought I was getting to understand him at some point but I guess I wasn’t.

But did I regret what we did? I don’t. Because God knows I could still feel his fingers inside me and teasing. Do I hate it? Yes because right away he shut me out. I knew Singe caught sight of my tears when he escorted me back to my room and I had never felt so ridiculous and vulnerable. I let my guard down, I LET him touch me, knowing fully well he’s set to be engaged.

I’m either hating myself right now or cursing his handsome ass right now AND worried about my brother who is a prisoner in God knows where. It felt like my head was splitting into two and if I stayed in this room any longer I might definitely lose my mind.

Emilia wasn’t in her room either and I was hoping to at least talk to her but she hadn’t been around ever since the accident. I don’t know why Diana is too, so that I can at least check on her.

Seeing my goals weren’t met at all I helped myself as I strolled the lobby, in nothing but a simple black sundress and a pair of strappy sandals. My hair is in a messy bun. Silently waiting if I would see Singe but he was nowhere to be seen either and the mansion was awfully quiet. I knew this was like a packed house but it seemed like it wasn’t like that anymore, the mansion was more empty than it was years ago, I guess those houses I spotted around the compound housed the others and this mansion belonged only to Dace and his family.

Fitting for a tyrant.

This is an opportunity then, a chance to scout around for my brother, wherever he might be, I just need to find out if he’s okay, I won’t know peace until I do. I just hope I don’t run into any insane Rogue on my way who has it in for me.

At the memory I rubbed my neck, the marks were barely visible now, and in just more days it would be all gone, I was getting antsy seeing that sort of mark on me. And speaking of marks... Dace’s own still lay boldly on my shoulder, it won’t heal and it remained with his visible teeth mark embodied in my skin, I even found myself stroking it earlier and it didn’t sting or hurt anymore. But it still didn’t let me use my powers.

Just as useless.

"Hello, Emmaline"

I broke out of my reverie and stopped in my tracks. I set my eyes on Isabella as she stalked toward me with a very welcoming smile, and it gives me the creeps to be honest.

"Isabella," I said with a clear throat.

She tilted her head to the side. "How are you enjoying your stay?"

"No one is set to kill me right now"

She laughed but even me could tell it wasn’t heartfelt. "Don’t worry, the big bad Alpha scared them all away didn’t he?" her tone was shifty when she said that and I shifted uncomfortably.

Does she know what happened that night?

"A drink?"

"What?"

She giggled. "A drink, Emmaline. I won’t bite" she states walking ahead. Making narrowed eyes I followed.

"You’re important to my future husband’s plans. Even though I despise your clan I will treat you as much as a guest"

Future Husband. Now I just think she wants to spite me with that word because it’s working.

"How kind of you" I tried to keep my voice as unbothered as I could, I can’t have her knowing how affected I was.

She led me to a bar with barstools lining the front, my eyes caught the various drinks there on display, some of the finest. I knew that much because Luther also loves his own brand of drinks.

"Stay seated and I will choose just the right one to hit the spot," she said, rounding the island to make her selection.

Still not knowing what her game was, I took a seat. Maybe I am just being paranoid? Isabella in the past was never rude to me or anything, she was actually nice if I remember correctly, but there’s no telling how she will react to me right now, and worse her engagement was ruined because Grayson came for me, shouldn’t she be taking her anger out on me?

"Now this is the one, one of the finest whisky," she said, grabbing two rock glasses and a decanter, rounding back to where I was seated, and taking a seat. Her smile remained plastered on her red-painted lips and she turned us both a drink, with ease.

She has elegance and the perfect poise, with not a single hair out of place, I just look like your typical country girl, sticking out like a sore thumb. Why am I thinking down on myself? Now is not the time for that!

I cleared my throat. "Why do you want a drink with me?"

She sighed. "Don’t get me wrong I need the drink, I mean my engagement was ruined"

"Why with me?"

"Well Emilia is out of town, and you’re the only one accessible right now. I can’t relate with the Rogues, they are a bloody bunch, they either spend most of their time downlevel beating the shit out of each other or hunting"

Down level?

"And don’t get me started on the females, either one thing or the other. I am mostly alone" She rolled her eyes like a princess tired of the lack of attention.

"Emilia’s out of town?"

She took her drink before replying. "To see her mother. I’m sure you must have heard. She’s in a mental institute" she whispered the last part as if it needed to be discreet.

Okay, I need this drink. I grabbed the glass and allowed the alcohol to burn my throat.