Chapter-30. Eidetic memory

[Xanthea]

I peered at the High lady.

"It's ok if you don't wish to," she said. "The position of a mother varies in the lives of different people and as far as I have known you, you regard your mother quite highly. So, it's completely fine if you don't wish to call me mom. Not everyone deserves to be called a mother."

Her grip tightened on her paint brush. The shadow of sadness drained in her eyes as she lowered them to the painting.

"You are a great mother... you love your kids so much..." I said.

She smiled faintly, then shook her head.

"Love?" she chuckled. "Parents often do awful things to their kids out of... love..." her eyes welled up. Her voice quavered as she continued. "Every woman can become a mother, but not all deserve to be called one. And I am one of them who doesn't deserve this title."

I tensed my brows. I might have failed to comprehend the context behind her words, but the pain behind them was as clear as snow in a blizzard.

Licking and nibbling my lower lip, I took a deep breath. Sitting beside her on the bed, I held her hand in mine.

"Mom..." My voice came out as a timid whisper. "I don't know why your words sound like wounds, but I know one thing: there is no wound that a mother can't heal. In my mother's words, there is no greater medicine than a mother's love. No matter how wounded a mother is, she can always find the strength to fight for her kids."

"I think I am too late..."

"Moms are never late, they are always on time. The right time." I said.

She laughed before tears streamed down her face. She took in a shuddering breath, averting her eyes.

"Come here, dear," she hugged me, kissing the side of my head. She caressed my hair and back as I hugged her back.

We hugged for a while before her sniffles faded away.

"I am sure wherever your mother is, she is very proud of you," she said, and we looked at the painting of my mother's proud smile. "Live proudly, Xanthea. I am sure that's what your mother would have wanted for you." She stroked my hair.

Dipping her fingers in the yellow paint, she playfully smeared it on my cheeks.

"Caught you off guard!" she said excitedly, breaking into a contagious laughter that made me crack up as well.

"I hope you find your yellow, all the yellow in your life and you never run short on this color," she said.

I ran my fingers over my cheek and then looked at the High lady, perplexed.

"Yellow?"

She nodded.

"It represents happiness, warmth and positivity."

I pursed my lips in a thin line.

"I thought it represented caution and warning?"

It looked as if I had caught the High lady off-guard this time. She parted her lips, but words seemed to have stuck in her throat.

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abrupt halt. My smile faltered as my eyes met Raven's squinted

must have been my illusion because the Raven who stood before me now seemed to have not encountered a smile for

the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest. My eyes fell on the reports in his

sure for how

from the High lady's bed and stood a few steps away from

from the doorframe and walked

His deep voice reverberated

get

lingered on me as

minutes ago. I think I clearly asked you to rest." He looked at the High lady.

the paint brushes

rushed in front of Raven. "Clean all this up and help the High

up the stained blanket, over-bed table and the

the painting when the High lady picked it up and held it close to

eyes remained locked with Raven before

"With whose permission are you here? And with whose permission are

back under

"She is here because I wanted her here and she brought me canvas and paint because I

that you'd settle for someone like

myself, but I knew it

cheeks in a

help you survive this marriage. Not my mother, not Nesryn. Because no one here will dare go against us for you." His nails sunk into my skin. Wincing,

before seizing my wrist in an unyielding grip as he dragged me out of the

pace. Every time my steps faltered even a little, he would roughly wrench me beside himself, forcing me into a frenetic

throb faster and louder in his grip, screaming

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only thing that awaited me

to avoid looking at the staff who stood aside in the hallways with their heads held low, clearing his path to

over the carpet when he pushed me into his cabin. But

you copy the reports so accurately? Who helped you cheat? Nesryn? It had to be Nesryn.

write the reports. You asked me

voice, omega? Huh?" He growled as his eyes glowed. His wolf. Breaking into sweat, I tried to move away from him when he grabbed my upper arm and slammed me against

He grunted,

throat, he leaned

yet I could feel our breath collide. My chest heaved faster against his

is

enough courage to open my eyes and look into his as he tightened his grip

not cheat,

really? Then prove

patiently drew in a long breath instead of

the original

4 pm on the fourth day of

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