Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 86

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.

it sounded, causing a chilled sweat to gather on my brow. I flushed the gross sight away, hitting the push button faucet in the tiny basin above to rinse my mouth out and splash

gain my breath, feeling a strange tingle in my belly. Not queasy per se, but not entirely normal. Something that felt like

also, in the back of my mind… and the Luna

hand rubbed my back, easing

will pass. I felt same when I

window a

and spread through my chest.

sense them near. That only meant one thing; we were separated over a huge

sense Aasim and Baniti either,’ Evva whimpered, her confident

with Lucy. We are in mountains,” my father’s arms wrapped around me, encasing me in his comfort. “Wherever we

he mumbled into my hairline, and

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

I knew I should 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,

but to do this? Astennu and Badru were trusting, too trusting. They weren’t used to backhanded remarks,

in on it? How

nugget and goober down,’ Evva muttered with a tint of pride. ‘Our pair of big,

supposed to be making me feel better

when

not about to

the solid cell door, refraining from touching it. The sizzle of silver crackled against my skin from just being

are alone,” my father interrupted my useless

there’s a third

in denial. ‘I feel sick from whatever damn poison or drug

I wanted to pretend was that

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

stomach growled warping in hunger; a thankful distraction from my

abdomen, feeling the soft woven fabric of my silver diamond knit dress. Thank the moon, I

my father gripped my hands. “We have not

times on the way to wherever this is,” I rubbed at the sore spot on my neck which must have been the site of the

cow. And I mean all the cow, hoofs,

was

he cupped

more pressing things than how

scent. Evgeniya…” he placed

corner as though I had

was not playing

afraid it is,’ Evva soothed. ‘Our eggo is

frightened child. “I will protect you. No one will harm you

not what

themselves up me for it. I couldn’t be

could I have missed

I was an equally dense muffin. Which one do you think did it? Goober or the Nugget?’ Her thoughts

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