Chapter 142 Audrey

The cool water splashing against my palms and neck did little to cool the heat simmering beneath my skin, but I did it anyway. I held my hands under the faucet, running the water across my inner wrists as I tilted my head from side to side in an attempt to roll some of the tension put of my neck.

"Goddess. I'm officially hearing things..." I muttered to myself with disdain, staring at my reflection in the mirror. It wasn't even just my **I state that was worrying: my skin looked pale even under the soft amber lighting, and there were dark circles under my eyes that even my careful makeup couldn't fully conceal..

Maybe this whole situation was finally getting to my mind in a deep, dangerous way.

I could barely sleep because of Edwin, his face haunting my dreams and his scent lingering in my memory. I could barely eat, barely even drink. Every time I tried to do any of those things, it was like I was back on that bridge again.

Did he feel the same, I wondered?

I knew that I needed to do this as soon as possible-tell him that I couldn't be with him. It would ease both of our minds, even if it would hurt at first.

But deep down, I didn't want to do it. I wanted to be with Edwin against all odds. I wanted to be able to go to him and take his hand and tell him that I loved him. I wanted to be the one dancing with him out there, not Fiona.

And for a moment, I almost did just that-marched out there and told him that I loved him.

The urge was so strong it was almost physical, a pull in my chest drawing me toward him.

But my fingers tightened around the edge of the sink, anchoring me to my spot.

I couldn't do it. As a human, I would only get in the way of Edwin and his fated mate; not to mention the fact that he would, outlive me by a good margin, considering that werewolves naturally lived almost fifty years longer than humans, sometimes even twice as long in particular cases.

I shuddered. The thought of growing old while he remained youthful and vibrant was painful.

I knew that Edwin wouldn't care if I got old and wrinkly before his eyes. Of course he didn't care. But... would it break him, to see me die before he even got old? It would certainly break me if I was in that position.

then there was the

thinking such things, but I couldn't help it. If we had children someday, they would be halfbloods. Forever caught between worlds, never

one night over the

said, her eyes distant. "You're never quite human enough, never quite werewolf enough. Always stuck in between two worlds, never truly belonging anywhere." I wouldn't want to wish that

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Chapter 142

our sakes. It was for the best. Even

I dried my face and stepped out of the bathroom. The hallway was dimly lit, the sounds of the party mu-**d behind closed doors. As I

daughter and secretly sleeping with that human girl."

she?"

a human to her birthday... Perhaps

man's voice added, deep and mocking. "Perhaps the

felt my eyes immediately begin to burn with hot, salty tears. My heart raced, and

plaything For both

to leave. It would be so easy to run, to

this past year. I was not the meek girl I once was, the girl who cried alone and hid in hallways. I

breath, I squared my shoulders and stepped out from

am no one's plaything." I said coldly, my voice coming out steadier than I

sleek c**ail dresses, and a, man in an expensive suit. No doubt they intended to jeer at me a little bit more,

they took in my

didn't..." one of the women stammered, taking a

so sorry," the other

looked particularly uncomfortable, his face ashen. "We

I stood there, heart pounding. confused by their sudden change in demeanor. It was as

a split second, I thought I saw my eyes glowing silver, a bright, otherworldly light

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