Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 493 Back In His Arms. (Beatrice Dismay)

When the people you love the most hurt you, you lose trust in everyone. It was even worse for me.

The last thing I remember was killing Flynn, and after that, the memory faded. I remember being shaken awake in a cave all by myself.

My mind was still hazy, and it was dark outside, so I was even confused.

“Eh!” I shook my head, blinking my eyes constantly to look around. My throat was dry, and my heart was beating too slowly. I didn’t understand what was going on.

As I tried to cover my face with my hands, I realized I was holding a random silver dagger.

“What the hell,” I cursed, dropping it away.

Once my eyes fixated on the dagger, I saw the blood on it and instantly knew I had used it on someone. I couldn’t remember if that was what I used to kill Flynn.

“It has to be,” I said under my breath. I didn’t need to carry it around, so when I got up, I kicked it out of the cave. Since I was sitting at the entrance, the dagger went down the steep slope into the darkness.

I was still dizzy, and my l*ips were dry. Water would be good, but where do I get it? How long have I been away from everyone? As I walked out of the cave, I trembled and tripped, falling down a little.

pain in my body. I remembered all the toxins Flynn had injected

pass out in the middle of nowhere once again, I heard a comforting voice calling for

m*outh, still hanging on to the fence on the side and making sure I didn’t fall down the

myself a little h*arder

heard me because this time when he called for me, he seemed to be making sure he was hearing

waiting for him to

the dark, where I couldn’t see his face clearly,

and grabbed my hand, pulling me up and instantly wrapping his arms around me to hug me.

been?” he whispered, rubbing my back while I began to break down

from me was disturbing me to the point that for the next few minutes, I only cried while staying in

have survived whatever crazy plan Flynn had for

back home,” Instead of asking me any questions, Akin

was tired, so I’m glad he didn’t raise any questions. But once I

while he drove me back to the mansion. Since I knew he had found me, I

knew I was

wake up after hours of comfortable

still dark; however, there were scented candles lit on the side table. I

waking up, I was trying to recall all the details of when I went missing.

I tried pushing myself to remember more, my