Retribution

Who are you both? I don’t remember either of you.”

“I’m your great grandmother, but I loved you like you were my own daughter. I had hoped to see you before I passed on but Semias is coming,

tell Marcus...”

She vanished, what was I supposed to tell this Marcus, and hadn’t Adiran said I killed him.

“Goodbye Unya, I can’t stay anymore. I tried to help you, all I can hope is that it was enough.”

He came up to me and pulled me into a heart stopping kiss, I did pull away and slap him hard on the face and he smiled just before he too disappeared.

When I came back around, I was flat on my back and I saw when Malachi’s chest stopped moving.

I screamed out and crawled over to him, ripping his top off, followed by mine and pressed our bare skin together.

I connected my mouth to his as tears streamed down my face, but it wasn’t working. I refused to stop when I was pulled off him, I howled like a banshee and kicked out at whoever dared try to separate us.

“Ow. Damn it Unya, hold still, Nora’s trying to save him.”

My head snapped up and connected with the guy who had been at the cabin, he had the saddest eyes. I remember that he cried when my tormentor died, even though he was the one who killed her.

I hadn’t been in my right mind when we first met, but I knew he had tried to take me. Until Malachi woke me up and saved me from him and his merry gang of rejects.

I fought harder until a hand came down on my shoulder and I stopped moving.

“That’s enough Marcel, we need her to see we are on her side. Can you help him Nora?” Asked the guy with the sad blue eyes.

“I’ve restarted his heart, but he won’t last long. Even our healers won’t be able to save him, he needs another life force.”

‘He can take mine,” I said, as my eyes connected with Mr. sad eyes.

“Unya no, it will kill you.”

“I don’t care,” I screamed at him. It was in that moment it hit me, I loved him and I didn’t want to live in a world that didn’t have Malachi in it. “I don’t want to live without him.”

“You won’t have to,” said a woman, who moved with a grace I wished I possessed.

“Janelle, no. I won’t let you risk your life, not for his,” and yet another guy I do not know, this is getting too confusing.

Sad eyes released me as he approached the suicidal lady, he asked if she was sure and she nodded vehemently. I didn’t like it, she looked at Malachi with love in her eyes, and I wanted to stab the little bitch.

I fell down beside Malachi, pressing myself up against him. The lady approached and I growled at her, what the fuck.

“I have to touch him Unya, but I can promise you right now, I don’t want him like that. He saved me a long time ago and I want to return the favour. I love him but not the way you do, please trust me enough to help with this. I don’t want him to die.”

Those last words reached me and I relaxed my territorial reaction as much as I could, I was jealous so sue me. If you had someone like Malachi in your life you wouldn’t want to share him either.

Someone who accepts you, all your craziness and homicidal tendencies. Who never tries to change you and still wants to be with you when you forced him to change his ways.

I was overwrought with so many emotions, love, heartache and an immense sense of guilt.

I placed my mouth against his, as Janelle placed her hand over his chest and rested her head in the crook of his neck.

She whimpered and I could see her tears rolling their way down her face and onto him.

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Marcus