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.

there was

of myself thinking such things, but I couldn't help it. If we had children someday, they would be halfbloods. Forever

had one night over the summer as we laid back in our patio

she had said, her eyes distant. "You're never quite human enough, never quite werewolf enough. Always stuck in between two worlds, never

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Chapter 142

both of our sakes. It was for the best. Even

of the party mu-**d behind closed

to Claudia's daughter and secretly sleeping with that human girl." a woman's voice said, barely containing her glee at

she?"

Claudia would invite a human to her

and mocking. "Perhaps

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

For both of

away, unseen, and wait for them to leave. It would be so easy to run, to hide from their cruel words and judgmental

I had experienced in this past year. I was

I squared my shoulders and stepped out from behind

one's plaything." I said coldly, my voice coming out steadier than

There were two women, both in sleek c**ail dresses, and a, man in an expensive suit. No doubt

they took

the women stammered,

the

face ashen. "We didn't mean any

leaving me alone in the hallway. I stood there, heart pounding. confused by their sudden

at my reflection in a nearby window. For a split second, I thought

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