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

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

night over the summer as we laid back in our patio

Always stuck in between two worlds, never truly belonging anywhere." I wouldn't want to wish

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Chapter 142

things with Edwin for both of our sakes. It was for the best. Even if

sounds of the party mu-**d behind closed doors. As I walked, my heels clicking softly on the

engaged to Claudia's daughter and secretly sleeping with

she?" another

that Claudia would invite a human to her

deep and mocking. "Perhaps the human is Edwin and Fiona's

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

For both of

wait for them to leave. It would

faced, the growth I had experienced in this past year. I was not the meek girl

a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and stepped

coldly, my

suit. No doubt they intended to jeer at me a little bit more, unfazed by a human's confidence. I pulled my shoulders back and prepared

as they took in my expression,

one of the women stammered, taking

so sorry," the other

man looked particularly uncomfortable, his face ashen. "We didn't mean

scurried away, leaving me alone in the hallway. I stood there, heart pounding. confused by

reflection in a nearby window. For a split second, I thought I saw my eyes glowing silver, a

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