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.

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 tiny basin above to rinse my mouth out and splash my face. The water could have flowed

per se, but not entirely normal. Something that felt like it had a life

memory stirred. I had felt nauseous like this before, a stomach camp hovering, also, in the back of my mind… and the Luna

rubbed my back,

pass. I felt same when

turned, gazing up at the thin window

rose and spread through my chest. “…Aste… Ru… I can’t feel

sense them near. That only

can’t sense Aasim and Baniti either,’ Evva whimpered,

know. I feel same with Lucy. We are in mountains,” my father’s arms wrapped around me, encasing me

he mumbled into my hairline, and

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

and knelt in front of me, gripping my chin lightly. “He knocked on door and say he came to talk. He said he wanted to put fight away. I knew I should not have trusted, but I did…” his fists clenched and his eyes grew black, a bitter twist

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

else was in on it? How many? Were my

that nugget and goober down,’ Evva muttered with a tint

making me feel better and you started

her facilities from her distraction. ‘My point is, when

to sit here and

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

father interrupted my useless search. “I

I’m fairly certain there’s a third set of paws in this cell…’

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

my heart, one I wanted to pretend was that of my mates; at least,

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

hunger; a thankful distraction from

abdomen, feeling the soft woven fabric of my silver

hunger and thirst,” my father gripped my hands. “We

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

a cow. And I mean all the

stomach lurch again. This was a trippy sickness, that was definitely only a sickness and nothing

he

more pressing things

Evgeniya…” he

backing into the corner as though I had any way out of this. “I am

damn uterus was

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

“I will protect you. No one will

not what

than obsessed. They kept trying to rub themselves up me for it. I couldn’t be pregnant. I wasn’t ready to be

could I have missed

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

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