CHAPTER 152 My Eyes Are Not Mine
CHAPTER 152: My Eyes Are Not Mine
RHEA
The room’s prepared for her, the same one where I had spent my entire life. It’s tight here, I know it very well. Suffocating and cold. But I survived it, and she can too. At least until I find her a proper place to go, to rest forever.
Because I’m not going anywhere, and not like this. Our fates aren’t the same.
I’ve seen her, lived within her, and known her for what it feels like forever. She’s not a stranger to me. We’re both not strangers to one another.
She’s me.
And I’m her.
But she’s weak and I’m not. I never will be. Not after seeing it all, after knowing it all.
I wrap her up in the blankets and make sure she’s settled before turning off the lights. It’s mostly dark inside the room, except sometimes when a little light comes in from the outside. But that’s rare.
It can get cold, too, but she’ll be fine.
I turn away from the table, and my gaze wanders over everything else that’s in the room. The other tables, the herbs–all of
- it. The magic that split us into two was an ancient curse. Only one could be alive, and that is the fate.
“Are you fine?” Kovas asks me as he stands by the doorway, just watching me as he has been for the past thirty minutes.
I turn to him and nod, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You were killed.”
*She was.” I point out and then look at her again, “She is.”
“Who did it?”
My eyes narrow onto the ground. I have felt it, when she was killed. I know who it was, and why.
“Catelyn.”
“Catelyn?”
“Elias‘ wife.” My jaw clenches, and I look up at him. “She wanted revenge for what happened during the night of her wedding, for what Aron did. And for killing Ezra.”
“Who is-”
“He was her lover.” I take one last look before walking out of the room and closing the door behind me.
“The one who poisoned you?”
“Yes,” I nod, feeling a shiver as I remember it all, the pain, the suffering she went through. “I–she had seen her before. During the Luna ceremony. She has been around for a while.” I take a deep breath as my hands touch the door handle. “And she wanted revenge for Ezra’s death and everything else.”
I can’t help but feel bad for myself and for her.
“She got her revenge,” I tell Kovas before turning to face him again. “But not completely.”
He stares at me with a hint of confusion and something else in his eyes. It isn’t for Catelyn. It is for me. I doubt he knew what he was going to get, or if anyone knew.
“I’m still Rhea,” I tell him. “I’ve felt everything that has happened, I’m still her, but just a different part of her.”
“Which is?” His eyes search my
face.
“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Not yet.” My mind’s still wrapping around everything, but there’s so much I know, and there are some things I’m not so sure of.
Kovas takes a deep inhale and nods before walking along with me.
“I’ll send word to keep an eye out for Catelyn, and if anyone sees her, they’ll capture her.”
“No,” I look up at him, my pace slowing a bit. “Not yet. No one can know that I’m alive. She can’t know that I’m alive.”
He pauses in the hallway, “There’s a risk, yes, but I’ll have our best warriors search for her.”
“I died, Kovas. She killed me. I felt the pain, the blade.” I step closer to him. “She will try to kill me again if she comes to know. Or if anyone comes to know.”
“So what are you saying?”
“For now,” I plead. “No one can know. I need some time. I need to know who I am first. And then I’ll do it, I’ll make her pay.” I promise, more to myself than him.
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CHAPTER 152: My Eyes Are Not Mine
She killed us.
Kovas looks like he wants to argue, to speak up. But then he stops himself and nods. He has always respected my choices, in everything if I recall correctly.
“Alright. No word will leave this house. No one will know. Not until you say so.”
“Thank you,” I give him a smile and then look down the stairs from the railing. “Aron–he surrendered, didn’t he?”
“He did.” His voice goes low, quieter.
I bit down on my lips as I remembered how it was. Unfortunately, for me, I’m more than grateful for the curse, because I wouldn’t have lived if it hadn’t been for that, or Aron.
“He told me to get–Rhea from the pack house. By the time I reached there, he was already gone, and your body was hidden there. There was a fire, but I got you out and brought you back.” He hesitates still, unable to comprehend it completely.
“I didn’t think this was possible. That you’d-”
“Be alive?” He nods. “Well, I am. And that’s what matters.”
I look over my shoulder, back down at him. “How long will he stay in prison?”
“They are saying a year or two. I can get him out, but I don’t think he wants to.”
“Why?” I question.
Kovas shakes his head. “I think you know.”
Yes, I do.
I killed his wolf, killed Kael and made Aron surrender to the council even when I shouldn’t have.
It doesn’t matter how much I try to reason it, or how much she tried to justify it back then. I ripped something sacred out of him. And I know Aron. He’ll wear that guilt. He’ll stay buried in that cell because, in his mind, he deserves it.
Well, I think that will change. By time. It will all change. I’ll make sure of it.
“Do you want me to inform him?” Kovas asks as I reach the bottom of the staircase.
“No.” I turn to look at him again. “No. No one can know, including him. If he comes to know, the council will too. And they will try to kill me, Kovas. I am born of dark magic, and they will see that as a threat.”
“I can’t hide it from him, Rhea. He knows–at least he has some knowledge that you were meant to rise.”
“But you can’t tell him that I did. Especially when he’s there, among them.” My fingers twist around themselves, “Please, don‘
t.”
Kovas watches me, considering me for a moment, and then he agrees, “I won’t. Not until he’s been released. But hiding it will be difficult.”
“Make something up, but don’t let him know the truth.”
He gives me a nod.
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