Chapter 145
Sapphire POV.
As we drove back to my house, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of uncase that had settled in my stomach like a heavyweight. The encounter with Victor had left me feeling shaken, my nerves frayed and my senses on high alert. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, my mind replaying the scene over and over again like a broken record.
Aragon’s sister, working with Victor? It seemed impossible, and yet, I had seen the look on Aragon’s face. I had seen the shock and the pain, the anguish and the despair. And I knew that he was struggling to come to terms with this new information, his mind reeling with the implications.
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I glanced over at Aragon, who was sitting in the passenger seat beside me, his eyes fixed on the road ahead with an intensity that made my heart ache. Marcel was driving, his eyes focused on the road as he navigated the winding streets with quiet and reassuring confidence.
But I couldn’t focus on the road, or the scenery passing by outside the window. My mind was consumed by thoughts of Aragon, by worries about what he was thinking and feeling. I wanted to ask him, to reach out and touch his hand, to offer him some comfort and reassurance. But knew that I
couldn’t, not now, not with Marcel in the car.
Marcel was a good friend, but he was also a member of the Council, and I knew that he would be duty–bound to report any information that Aragon might share with him. No, I would have to wait until we were alone, until Marcel had dropped us off and it was just Aragon and me.
As we pulled up to my house, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, a feeling of safety and security that was comforting. We would be safe here, at least for a little while. And maybe, just maybe, I would be able to get some answers out of Aragon.
I turned off the engine and turned to Aragon, trying to catch his eye. Let’s talk, I was trying to say. Let’s talk about what happened, about what Victor
said. Let’s talk about what you’re thinking, about what you’re feeling. I wanted to know everything, to understand what was going on in his mind.
Aragon’s eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of understanding. A spark of connection that made my heart skip a beat. But then Marcel spoke up, asking Aragon a question, and the moment was lost.
I sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of frustration and disappointment. I knew that I would have to wait a little longer to get the answers I was seeking, but I was determined to find out what was going on in Aragon’s mind, to find out what he was thinking and feeling, and I would stop at nothing to get the answers
As we stood there, alone in the silence of my house, I could feel the weight of Aragon’s emotions bearing down on me like a physical force. His eyes were like two deep pools of pain and uncertainty, and I could sense the turmoil brewing inside him like a stormy sea. The air around us seemed to
vibrate with tension as if the very fate of our world hung in the balance.
I reached out, taking his hand in mine, and felt a jolt of electricity run through me like a spark of life. It was as if our emotions were connected, as if our hearts were beating in tandem like two drums pounding out a rhythmic beat. I could feel his fear, his anxiety, his sense of desperation, and it was like a knife twisting in my own heart. I could sense the depth of his emotions, and the complexity of his thoughts, and it was like trying to navigate a treacherous maze.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I was trying to keep my emotions in check, trying not to let my fears and worries overwhelm me like a tidal wave. But it was hard, so hard, when I could feel Aragon’s pain so deeply. I felt like I was drowning in his emotions like I was being pulled under by a riptide of fear and uncertainty.
Aragon’s eyes dropped, his gaze falling to the floor like a defeated warrior. And I knew that he was struggling, struggling to come to terms with what Victor had told him. I could sense the conflict raging inside him, the battle between his desire to do what was right and his need to protect us like a lion guarding its pride. He was torn, torn between his loyalty to the Council and his love for me and our son.
“I don’t know,” he said finally. “I don’t know what to do.” His words were laced with desperation, with a sense of hopelessness that made my heart ache like a wound that wouldn’t heal. I could feel his frustration, his sense of powerlessness, and it was like a punch to the gut.
I felt a surge of compassion, a wave of love and empathy that washed over me like a soothing balm. I knew that I had to be strong for him, had to be his haven in this storm like a lighthouse guiding ships through treacherous waters. I took a step closer, my eyes locked on his like a lifeline.
“We’ll figure it out together,” I said. “We’ll find a way to deal with Victor, to stop him.” I was trying to sound confident, trying to reassure him that everything would be okay and that we would get through this together. I knew that I had to be his rock, his anchor in the storm, and I was determined to be just that.
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Aragon’s eyes lifted, his gaze locking onto mine like a key fitting into a lock. And I saw something there, something that made my heart skip a beat like a missed rhythm. A spark of hope, a glimmer of determination. It was a small flame, but it was enough to give me hope, enough to make me believe that we could get through this, that we could overcome any obstacle as long as we were together.
“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for being here for me.” His words were laced with emotion, with a sense of gratitude that made my heart swell like a balloon filling with air.
I smiled, feeling a sense of love and connection wash over me like a warm wave.
“Ill always be here for you,” I said. “No matter what.” And as I spoke, I knew that I meant every word, that I would stand by Aragon through thick and thin, through every storm and every calm. I would be his rock, his haven, his forever home.
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