BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 492: What Was Taken

Chapter 492: What Was Taken

The silence was stony and dark like a cloud hung above our heads and rained nothing but chills down our spine, no eye contact was made, and no one touched the food on the table or said a word, it was just a blank staring contest with it. I was getting antsy, my chest tightening in pain, I wanted to scream and at the same time, I wanted to hurl out my empty stomach.

My head was spinning and I needed something to ground me so I reached for the bottle, turned in champagne for me in the glass, and chugged it like my life depended on it. It did because no one should face any of this with a clear head.

If Dace thought that bringing this to the table would somehow change a thing? Well, I had no fucking idea what it would change but I knew not anything good, all he did was create a rift between us. A line drawn to no end, the truth might be on the table but left a hole there, an irreversible hole.

My mom was the first to break the silence, clearing her throat to gain our attention. "We can’t change the past" she began with a heavy tone and a heavy heart, I knew this was too much for her, finding out the truth. I should have told her when I had the chance but I couldn’t, I wasn’t ready for her to hear this not like this.

"Forgiveness is an option too" She nodded and I sighed, closing my eyes. "I won’t forgive any of you for hurting my daughter" Her voice was caught up in a mix of emotions that shattered my heart. I could feel just how much pain was taking over her mind, she had to deal with a lot, and finding out what happened on the night of my death was mind-shattering. I don’t blame her for her option, it was already set in stone.

I slowly opened my eyes and my breath became raspier, suddenly it was harder to breathe, but I just tried to keep myself in check.

"I won’t forgive me either," Dace said like he had already made peace with it. "It’s a nightmare I’ll never forget" his eyes pinned Owen down and he didn’t dare to look at Dace. "But I won’t make an enemy of the witch clan, for Emma’s sake, that’s the only reason your clan isn’t buried six feet under" he voiced his threat not caring about the consequences and he was damn serious about it.

This wasn’t just a Family dinner but an open threat about what could have happened.

Vanessa released a sharp breath, probably in relief about Dace’s declaration about it but the contours on her face told me she was on the verge of breaking down if Dace attempted to wage war on them.

They might be sitting at the same table with Dace Devereaux but he’s still a force to be reckoned with, the Dark Alpha.

I knew I was the reason for Dace’s sanity and without me, it would all be a bloodbath with Dace trying to wipe out an entire clan. However, I’m scared I would be the same reason for destruction. There’s a point of reason Dace would succumb to where he’s convinced everything he does is for my sake even if it’s not.

Just like this fucking family dinner.

I slowly turned to him, gulping at the only thing I could see. Dace’s face is blank and stone-cold, even worse than he was when I met him after five years.

The nausea came again and this time I couldn’t hold it in, so I rose to my feet abruptly and rushed out of the dining hall. I couldn’t make it to the top floor so I settled for the guest bathroom and hurled my guts out. I only had lunch earlier and so little and yet it felt like I had a mountain in my stomach, it just won’t end. This was torture!

I moaned, my face in the toilet, it came again and this time I didn’t have time to hold my hair but somehow it didn’t get in the way of my miserable situation. I groaned but this time my eyes were spinning, I felt like hell, and my head hurt too.

"Take it easy, baby, I’m here"

A hot chill shot through my spine and I realized who held my hair, call it reflex, I don’t know what, maybe my anger... I pushed away from him but it was a poor effort, I found myself sitting on the cold tiles with my back against the wall. I glared daggers at him and he seemed unaffected as he helped me cover the seat and flush the toilet.

"Are you alright?" he asked with concern in his voice and I almost laughed at it. It felt like he was mocking me right now. I have no words, I didn’t want to be in the same place with him. I forced my body to stand and when he offered to help I didn’t let him. I sluggishly walked to the sink to rinse the awful taste from my mouth and wash my face hoping to quell my spinning head but it only got worse.

The migraine was something else and made my vision blur but I tried to remain unaffected and focus my eyes more. I opened my eyes and found Dace staring back at me through the mirror with a hurtful and worried expression. Okay, this is giving me whiplash because back in the dining hall he looked like a cold-blooded beast ready to eat and spit his prey out. I could barely recognize him there and now he just seemed like the Dace I’d always known, passionate and thoughtful.

"Why are you different?" I asked. I don’t want to play detective anymore. I want to hear it from the horse’s mouth myself. Why? Because I don’t want my thoughts to be true, because if they were I would curse everything.

"How different?" he played along, clearly stalling.