Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 86

CHAPTER 83 – I KNOW THAT VOICE?

(Coincides with Astennu and Badru searching Finley’s apartment in Chapter 77)

Evgeniya

2 months ago

…Evgeniya…

A garbled and distant voice rang out, somewhere over a high-pitched ringing sound floating around my head. A wave of nausea was rising from within my stomach, pulling me in its undertow currents and swaying me like I was adrift in a tumultuous sea.

…Solnyshko…

That voice again. Louder now and deeper, more distinct, with a recognition attached. The backs of gentle fingers stroked my cheek, rousing my consciousness over the waves tolling their dispersing chime. My eyes flickered open in an attempt to clear the dry blurry sting from them, a deep gold fuzzy mass taking up most of my vision.

“Moye solnyshko, you hear?” Something bushy grazed my forehead.

“That tickles…” my voice sounded ragged and cracked, a hoarse whisper the only sound my chapped lips could mumble. “…Dad?”

“Yes, Evgeniya. Can you see?” Rough but gentle hands took my face in a featherlight embrace.

“Yeah,” I croaked.

The edges of my father’s face came into focus, his worried sunken eyes focused intently on me. Black circles lined his lids and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot but not from tears. Wherever we were, it was dark and freezing. A cold chill breezed across my skin making me shiver involuntarily. I attempted to sit up, the motion causing a jackhammer to pound behind my eyes. My neck was killing me, along the right side, and stinging at a particular spot.

A strong palm eased my back and aided my upright posture. “Here, take,” a layer was draped over my shoulders, thin and scratchy.

‘I don’t know what party we smashed last night, but next time, take it easier,’ the groaning voice of Evva stirred in my mind.

‘We didn’t go to any party…’

At least, I didn’t think we did… but what did we do?

“Where are we?” I began to take in our surroundings and scents.

The heavy smell of something akin to bleach emanated from the surface of the stark concrete walls. An open thin slit of a barred window allowed a billow of frigid air to pour in. Whatever time it was, it was late, a midnight moon shining a glow through the small opening. A dim light filtered through the bars of the slat on the gleaming door opposite. I didn’t need to be told the metal that coated it was silver. What I sat on was a solid and hard lump with only the slightest cushioning to it.

“Are we in a prison cell?”

“Yes. I am afraid so,” my father’s voice was unnaturally despairing, nothing like the comfort and steady timbre I was used to receiving.

“What do you remember,” he tilted my chin. “You met with Luna, yes?”

I nodded, the memory coming back, along with my nerves and panic. “Yeah, I think we went for tea…”

My arms pushed me from the squeaking metal frame, the thin itchy blanket pooling upon the hard futon, and I regretted the moment my legs pitched under me. I was going to hurl.

burning my throat. A sharp and acrid taste followed, scorching my mouth and tongue. A thick green bile erupted, as disgusting and rancid as it sounded, causing a chilled sweat to gather on my brow. I flushed the gross sight away, hitting the push button faucet in the

a strange tingle in my belly. Not queasy per

hovering, also, in the back of my mind…

warm consoling hand rubbed my back, easing the

felt same when

I turned, gazing up at the thin window a few inches above my line of sight. “This doesn’t feel

spread through my chest. “…Aste… Ru… I

sense our bonds intact, but I couldn’t sense them near. That only meant one thing; we

whimpered, her confident and snarky tone replaced with

wrapped around me, encasing me in his comfort. “Wherever we are, it

mumbled into my hairline, and I wasn’t sure I heard him

pulled away, feeling queasy again. “That can’t be

not have trusted, but I did…” his fists clenched and his eyes grew black, a bitter twist of regret contorting his features. “When I turned to close door, I felt sharp sting in

do this? Astennu and Badru were trusting, too trusting. They weren’t used to backhanded remarks, hidden agendas and betrayal. They were used to the face value of others and they loved their father despite their differences. They would never, in a million years, suspect him of

else was in on it? How many? Were my

have to be a pretty huge effort to take that nugget and goober down,’ Evva muttered with a tint

to be making me feel

from her distraction. ‘My point is, when they put

I’m not about to sit

of silver crackled against my skin from just being close. I tried my best to

are alone,” my father interrupted my useless search. “I

fairly certain there’s a third set of paws in

I rebuffed, digging my heels in denial. ‘I feel sick from whatever damn poison

pretend was that of my mates; at least, I wanted to pretend for a little while

once our stomach is the size of a beach ball, the

in hunger; a thankful distraction from my

out,” gripped my abdomen, feeling the soft woven fabric of

my father gripped my hands.

jabbed us a few more times on the way to wherever this is,” I rubbed at the sore spot on my neck which must have

And I mean all the cow,

was a trippy

scent…” he cupped

pressing

Evgeniya…” he placed

though I had any way out of

was not

is,’ Evva soothed.

child. “I

what I’m

known. The twins were obsessed with the plant scent on me, more than obsessed. They kept trying to rub themselves up me for it. I couldn’t be pregnant. I wasn’t ready to be pregnant or to be a mother! Forget being taken

could I have missed the

do you think did it? Goober or the Nugget?’ Her thoughts ended in a

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