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.

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

in my belly. Not queasy per se, but not entirely normal. Something that felt like it had a life of

nauseous like this before, a stomach camp hovering, also, in the back of my mind… and the Luna sipping

my

pass. I felt same when I

window a few inches above my line of sight. “This

notch of panic rose and spread through my

I couldn’t sense them near. That only meant one thing; we were

whimpered, her confident and snarky tone

wrapped around me, encasing me in his comfort.

he mumbled into my hairline, and I

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

put fight away. I knew I should not have trusted, but I did…” his fists clenched and

mates’ father would do something like this. I knew he disliked rogues, but to 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

was in on it? How many? Were

muttered with a tint of pride. ‘Our pair of big, muscly, strong, warm… sweet… little bit dumb… what were

were supposed to be making me feel

facilities from her distraction. ‘My point is, when they put their heads together, those two are

I’m not about to

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

are alone,” my father interrupted

alone, but I’m fairly certain there’s a third

from whatever damn poison or

that of my mates; at least,

an ostrich and bury your head,’ Evva huffed. ‘Maybe once our stomach is the size of

thankful distraction

abdomen, feeling the soft woven fabric of my silver diamond knit dress. Thank the moon, I hadn’t

and thirst,” my father gripped my hands. “We have not been out

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

a cow. And I mean all the

get the picture, Evva!’ I felt my stomach lurch again. This was

he

we have more pressing things

have plant scent. Evgeniya…” he placed a hand

rushed up, backing into the corner as though I

was not playing

it is,’ Evva soothed. ‘Our eggo is

I was a frightened child. “I will protect you. No one will

bizarrely not what I’m

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

I have

an equally dense muffin. Which one do you

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