THESE HIDDEN WINGS

[157] HEIR

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I LAY in bed, still very much wide awake.

My hands played with the pendant mom gave me, sniffing my tears away in the darkness. I was still very much on edge. Daya was still passed out by the time I headed back to the room, to both my torment and relief.

I was still worried that Harvest might have done something a lot more serious to her brain, and then again, I was glad she wasn't awake to hear or see me cry.

Part of me felt like he was just going to appear from thin air and mess with my mind again.

What if he did? It seemed it was that simple and at this point, I didn't even want to think of how many abilities he possessed that I couldn't even begin to fathom.

He could materialize right here, or even whilst I was asleep without a conductor.

He was the conductor.

I could wake up oblivious to all that had happened.

I should have told Mom.

Anyone.

At the least, I should have told Gravis. Why didn't I?

I turned in bed, staring at the wall. I knew the answer to that. Even though I didn't want to admit it. My heart thump inside.

I didn't say a word because-

Because he said he didn't want to hurt me.

I groaned at how follish I was. Utter stupidity for feeling this way. So? I should just believe him? After everything I know now I should carry on like nothing had happened. Should I continue to be stupid? Following blindly?

My heart clenched at this thought.

Yes, I understood that chances are if he did want to hurt me, he could have a long time ago. And yet, he hadn't. He saved my life. Not only from the Vampires but the Sirens as well.

I know this. I know he saved me. Perhaps that was why I was so conflicted. He could have saved me because he truly wished me no harm or because he needed me for something.

I hated to say it, but the latter sounded more likely.

The Vampires knew of me. They said we had a connection. The way they talked. They were planning something. Why would the so-called heir of darkness be masquerading as a convert? The Vampires had come here before.

They wanted something. Something was afoot.

Harvest was dangerous. I can not continue to be fooled. And yet—

I swallowed dryly at the thought, remembering those pleading blue eyes, and how frustrated and angry he had gotten.

Something didn't click though.

The truth is, he could have taken my memory from me. From all I could see, that should have been his next step.

There was no difference in how he did it, whether it was with or without permission.

I technically would have remembered nothing, and yet he still asked, and when he saw that I would much rather keep my memories, thank you very much, he just...well, he left.

My breath came out shaky at this thought, and I shook my head, nesting my chin in my pillow.

I couldn't defend him.

What was wrong with me?!

Not after what I had seen, what I heard, and what he was. The vision of his hellish wings burned in my mind and I shut my eyes willing the sight away.