A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 51

Chapter Fifty–One 

Three days. 

It had been three days since Myra had died... and I felt suspended in time, unsure over what to do next. 

After that night, I had arrived home and walked straight into the shower. The process had taken a while since I had needed to peel off all the clothes that had stuck to me; their condition no longer salvageable a tall and would need to be thrown out. 

I‘d stood under the showerhead and watched as the hot water turned red all around me, washing away all the evidence of what I‘d done. But it wasn‘t enough. Even when the water had begun to turn clear, I started to scrub at my body. I scrubbed… and scrubbed… and scrubbed… until my flesh was almost as red as the water had been. 

But even then, I could still see it. I could still feel it. 

It hadn‘t been enough. 

*I* hadn‘t been enough. 

For three days, I‘d done nothing but lay in bed, barely eating or moving. It was all I could do. 

My parents had tried to talk to me, but I didn‘t know what to say. I didn‘t even have it in me to lie and make them feel reassured like I might have done normally. Inside, I had now lost all sense of motivation t o keep going. 

Since coming back, I‘d been working so hard to keep myself alive, to stop whatever impending doom was yet to unfold, but I‘d been so focused on saving myself that I‘d now sacrificed someone else for that cause. 

And Thea? Well, if this was a game of chess, then I felt I‘d just lost one of my most important pieces. This whole time I’d thought Thea was playing as a king, ruling from behind the scenes and keeping safe. But I was wrong. Just like her ambitions in life, it seemed Thea was actually playing as a queen; able to adjust and change depending on the situation... and able to go the extra mile to strike or kill if necessary herself. 

I shook the thoughts off instantly, feeling sick at myself. There I had been going again... thinking of others as pieces in my game of survival. This was exactly how I‘d gotten Myra killed. She‘d even pointed out to m e how I‘d been acting so selfish and yet, not even ten minutes later, I‘d sent her out to die for me. And she did so with a smile on her face, happy to be helping me. 

Around my neck, I could distinctly feel the weight of Myra‘s necklace, now heavy with the guilt I carried. A t times I felt like it stopped me from breathing as if it would slowly crush me, but it was always just in my head. I was sometimes disappointed once I realised that fact. 

And so, for the thousandth time that day, I traced my fingers along the stone embedded on the chain, consumed in my own thoughts, just as I had been every single day that had passed since her death. 

So focused in my head that I almost didn‘t even notice the sound of knocking coming from the bedroom door. 

But I didn‘t turn to see who it was. There was no point. It was either my parents or Lucy since everyone else had been told I wasn‘t taking visitors. 

“Miss?” 

Lucy. 

I stayed still, staring up at the ceiling, and waited for her to tell me whatever it was she had come to say. 

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“Miss, you had another visitor today.” 

That wasn‘t unusual. Apparently, Aleric had shown up yesterday to check in but my mother had explained that I still wasn‘t well. Several other people had also come by over the last few days, either out of concern or to ask more questions, but all of them were asked to kindly give me some space. 

I wasn‘t sure why Lucy was still bothering to tell me. 

“It was a boy,” she continued. “His name was... Caius? That Alpha heir from the Silver Lake pack.” 

I froze up at the sound of his name. 

Cai. 

this entire time because I didn‘t

I‘d done? Had he heard about Myra‘s death?

say?”

once. “He said h e wanted to check in on you. Apologies, there was no real

process, and yet I‘d somehow managed

had told him that it was my fault yet since everyone was still under the impression that this was the rogues. There was no concrete evidence t o suggest that Thea was involved...

sitting position, my

Lucy asked, surprised. “Are you getting

I ignored her, throwing my legs over the side of the bed, and pinched at the bridge of my nose. I was needing to take a

me something to wear, Lucy... I‘m

hesitated for a moment in shock before quickly rushing to the wardrobe to do what I‘d asked.

her friend too, after all. If it were me,

about which house he was currently occupying from the managing office that oversaw the guest residences. Given my rank, they thankfully gave

door now for five minutes and still hadn‘t worked up the courage to

smell that I‘d been here. I‘d been standing outside for so long now that I was sure that he‘d know I‘d

to knock... but the door then opened before I could

had faint traces of dark circles under them

thought that was you,” he said. “It was that or I‘d gone insane being able to smell your scent for the last few minutes. Have you actually been standing there the whole

trying to make light of a situation. Even at a time like this.

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met his eyes, I could only feel that I‘d made a mistake in coming

face him yet and my body began to shake, tears starting to water at

my face away when I couldn‘t look at him anymore. “I‘m

“Aria?” 

okay and rushed forwards, trying to comfort me. It

grabbing my hand to lead me through the door.” Then we can talk about whatever it is you‘re

walked into the little house that consisted of a bedroom, living room, bathroom and small kitchen area. The guest houses were purposely self–contained since we had the means and budget to offer that

down on the couch, throwing a blanket around my

talk to me,” he said, sitting down next to

a while before I could trust my voice enough to not completely

Myra,” I said, tears falling down my face. “I couldn‘t save her this time. I couldn‘t... I sent her to do something and she was killed because of that. Because

seconds, trying to process what I‘d just

Myra wasn‘t killed by the

one believes me. No one believes me that it was definitely her. And I knew Thea was shady and I still let Myra go talk to

know she was that

“No... but

it‘s not your fault,” he said plainly. As if that was enough

I

rested his hand on my cheek to make me meet his eyes. “It‘s. Not. Your.

sobs overcoming me as I gave in to my grief. He pulled me into his side and held me as I cried against his chest. I could feel as his comforting presence

inside once more; the numbness starting to freeze itself back over as the seconds ticked by. It was a now familiar feeling I was becoming accustomed to. Something that felt better than

I became painfully aware

I‘d felt in the last three days. Three days where inside I‘d been devoid of anything that felt living. And so, as I looked up into his incredible golden eyes that always burned

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of me started to wonder if there was an alternative to this torpid

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