Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 112

Chapter 109 – Soon?

Evgeniya

Badru’s fingers played with the round swell of my stomach, whispering little words in Arabic to my bump forming. My head rested on Astennu’s lap as he stroked my hair, letting the strands fall through his grip. We were on the deck of a wisteria-covered patio, looking over a lake with a warm breeze surrounding us and a soft floor of pillows beneath.

“Soon…” Astennu whispered.

Soon?…

…But before I could question it, a clanging metallic scrape jolted me upright with a start. My hand flew to my lower stomach, the ghost of my mates’ hands lingering across my skin.

Dammit, it was all a dream.

Across the corridor from me, Bastiaan had staggered awake too, rubbing his forehead where he had smacked it on his cell wall in his haste. It took a few seconds for the sleepy fog in my eyes to clear and realise what the sounds were.

The fighters, they were back.

I scrambled up to see if my father was back, safe and sound, my heart swelling and falling as the few fighters that returned weren’t the one I wanted to see most. Diego’s figure was missing as well.

“Where the hell is my father!” I shouted, pounding my fists on the glass, knowing I would receive no reply. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

“He’s most likely been taken to the clinic, Diego too,” Bastiaan yawned, wiping at the stubble on his bruised jaw.

“But what if he’s not…” I muttered under my breath.

I knew he was alive, my bond with him said as much.

‘That’s not all the bond is saying,’ Evva shook off her sleep, adrenalin and alertness bleeding into her pose.

I started to feel what she was alluding to. My chest constricted and expanded rapidly in irregular palpitations and my mate bond was beginning to tingle the hairs at the back of my neck, like an electrical charge hissing in the air around my ears. I felt like this once before, two and half months ago, when I walked into Astennu’s room with a basket of laundry.

My mates… were near? Or was this an after-effect of my dream?

was so rigid in my mind, she could have been

to strike while the guards’ fear was still fresh. If I faked any sort of injury or illness, they’d come running or risk facing Marceau’s wrath. How could I make a move when I didn’t know where my father was? The idea of waiting like a good little damsel for my mates to rescue me made me want to vomit, and not

echo into my forehead. ‘We get out now and when we

Take the volume down a

in a whirlwind like my vision. I rushed to the

from a high-tech

out to

my hand in his direction as I rinsed my mouth out, splashing the running water on my face to chill my heated face and neck. Bracing my palms on the edge of the small sink, I heaved myself up from my knees, leaning over the basin in

my throwing up, both would have been caught on camera, which, as far as I knew,

that

Evva, for the rousing moral

the oldest and

my stomach and feigning an issue, I faked a wobble in my step,

happens, don’t react,” I connected my gaze

I shouted out, putting as much of a pitiful

doesn’t feel

abdomen, faking a wash of

advised. ‘We want one guard to drop in, not

Bastiaan winced, over-stretching his bruised

had retreated and the contusion had

but approaching at speed. As quickly as would look natural, I slipped down onto

my cell swept open and a single guard hurried

as near to me as possible to keep him out of the

quick, efficient and, most importantly, successful. There would

using my free hand to pull on my wrist and tighten my headlock hold. I wrapped my legs

had never killed

commanded. ‘Like when we’re outside the four walls of this cell. Strip

me, unable to keep the sordid crawl of my skin at bay, and began to strip his outer layers off. Pulling the man’s jacket up my arms, I gave Bastiaan a warning look as he watched on, his eyes popping out of his head. I knew

What are you doing?