Chapter 66
Oh she’s too clever for her own good
Every time she messes up with Deckard, she pulls this little act–falls “sick” like clockwork. And suddenly, she’s the center of his world again, lying there all helpless, twisting him around her finger
The way she plays it is almost too perfect. If I didn’t know better, I’d believe it myself.
rfret. She must have some
kinde of dark magic, because it looks so convincing–her pale face, her lifeless body.
Could she be a witch? It wouldn’t surprise me. The way she manipulates the situation, turning on that sickness card whenever she pleases.
I had plans for her. Oh, I had such good plans. But Deckard won’t leave her side. He hovers over her like she’s the most precious thing in the world. He doesn’t trust me alone with her, and that’s the problem.
When I first saw her cold, still body, I nearly let my excitement slip. The thought of her being gone for good was almost too sweet. But I had to keep it together. Deckard was right there, watching me like a hawk.
So I put on my best concerned face, played the part of the dedicated braler.
I’ll bring her back, just enough to earn Deckard’s trust. He has to believe I care, that I’m trying to help. And when the time is right. I’ll finish what I started.
Bui Deckard… He complicates everything. Always in the way, always looking at her like she’s his whole world. I’ll have to be patient. Let him think I’m on his side. Let him think 1 care about her as much as he does
When did he become this way? Since when does Deckard care about every little thing that concerns her? Even after he saw her betrayal–after she spat on his trust and ran back to that pathetic excuse of a man–he still wants her to live?
What’s happening to him? Could it be love? No, it can’t be. Deckard doesn’t love. He doesn’t bow to weakness. Yet, there’s no denying the way his eyes cling to her, desperate, as if her life is the thread holding him together.
And then look at how easily he dismissed me. I, who has stood beside him all these while. The moment that frail old healer walked in, I became invisible to him. Like I didn’t matter.
The pain in my chest is unbearable, realizing that in Deckard’s eyes, I am no longer the person he relies on. I’m no longer the one he needs. The feeling of being cast aside, of being useless to him—it burns deeper than anything I’ve known.
He didn’t crumble, didn’t falier, so why should he now! Why is her life
But really, what’s the big deal if Amaca dies! He was fine without her before. He so critical to him!
Still, I take solice in one small victory. I have managed to plant the seed of doubt in Deckard’s mind, convincing him that Amica was behind. making Dane a member of the Apex Circle. And why wouldn’t he believe it? The evidence and facts were strong–strong enough to blind him with suspicion
Let him grapple with that. Let him qucation her loyalty, even as he clings to her life.
I hope she dies. Honestly, I do. But when I checked her pulse, something felt.. off. Weak, yes, but there was something else. Something I can’t quite put my finger on, and it’s driving me mad. I didn’t have enough time to confirm it, but the thought won’t leave me alone. I have to know what it is,
All night, I toss and turn, restless and consumed by the possibilities. If what I suspect is true… no. It can’t be. It doesn’t make sense! How could she of all people? I The thought alone twists my insides in a way that holds me up, fuming in the dark.
But Deckard… be’s with her all night, glued to her side like some lovesick fool. I can’t stand it. His obsession with her is suffocating, and it keeps me from doing what needs to be done. I need just one moment alone with her, one moment to confirm this gut–wrenching suspicion that refuses to let me go.
Morning finally comes, and I hurry to her room. Relief foods through me when I see she’s still unconscious. Perfect. She’s still as pathetic as ever.
I work fast. I convince Deckard–again–that I’m the only one who can truly belp her. The old healer is a fool, and I make sure Deckard sees takes everything I have to keep up the act, to make him trust me, but it works. He gives in.
face
And then, I confirm it. The truth is right there, staring me in the fa
Amica. Is Pregnant
How conddabe dare! After all the betrayal, all the chaos, she’s somehow carrying a child?
wer het for the manipedetive, commiving creature die je Ne, this changes everything. This her way of
dieartbeats. That’s why I needed to confirm it again.
in was just her beant, weak and irregular as it was, snuggling to keep her aber Hut on. The second heartbeat is there, stronger now
per great with the heir to the Himalliane pack. My pack!
4th, what poisery has fallen spon net di slemid ve been nie. Met All these years, all those moments we shared–every touch, every stolen night – moise of it led to this. But now, this bitch comes out of pembere, and suddenly, she’s the nor carrying Dec kand’s child? The thought alone feels like a
Divunbeatable Unbelievable Hottie Imon) let this happen, I can’t let this loppen. No one knows yet.
nows yet. No
one but me. And I’ll make sure it stays
pregnancy ends here and now I will terminate in without anyour ever kring. Not Deckard, Not Amica. No our
Isollade in malous leaving any traces beli
Quickly. Trude to gather
from a trusted sonice. Everything is carefully planned–twrap the vial in mislabeled packaging, just in case
All I need to do is slip ii hain her drip. No one knows she’s pregnant, so no one would umpect that she haikan abortion. It’s perfect, it will
flow out
Trah bar tobi, Talways wanted Amica to get pregnant. It would have her the perfect opportunity to ruin her. I’d have exposed her, implicated her tipscine vile, unforgivable act. Something that wondil mi
The plan was simple–lei her have the huby, then ensure the park takes the heir away from her. They’ll assign me as the rightful mother. The only suitable momimi bo tabse the future Alpla
Hut not like this. Not this soon. It’s throws everything into chaos, Deckard doesn’t trust me the way he used to. He’s changing–becoming someone Takut recognize.
bean fix this, thenigh. Welliry again baring the net conception. By then, I’ll have worked my way back into
o Deckard’s mind, ensuring that I’m the
derstands him. andy one he can rely on. The only cate
Whym
the room, trady to adminhter the
erial medication” my heart nearly stops—Amica is awake.
Panic grips me, but I force myself to stay calm. Do they know already? No, they can’t. They don’t. There’s no way anyone could’ve figured it out. Still, this complicates everything
Monica is sitting up in heil, her face pale, her bocly treinbding with weakness, Bris is fussing over her, feeding her carefully, while Deckard watches her like a hawk. His eyes are soli, filleil with a kind of care P’ve never seen belowe,
Dainn at She shouldn’t be awake! Not yet. Not when I was so close to putting an riil tocall of this
Ledersch my hats, bating back the rage simmering insile me
“Wow, she is awake!” I say, plastering a
ca Lake smile on my face.
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