CHAPTER 76
Amara shrieked in fear, she woke up terrified from the nightmare, her body drenched in sweat.
Her heart racing and her hands trembling as she tried to catch her breath, the memory of the terrifying images still fresh in her mind.
She didn't understand what she exactly saw a nightmare or twisted fragment of her lost memories.
It all seemed too real to be called a mere nightmare.
Reality blurred with the remnants of the nightmare, leaving her disoriented and unsure of her surroundings. Anxiety coursed through her veins, a relentless tide threatening to overwhelm her fragile sense of composure. She longed for the comforting embrace of Kaelith.
Yet, despite her desperate yearning for solace, she found herself hesitating to close her eyes again, afraid of what horrors the night may hold.
Each moment of wakefulness was a precarious balance between the desire for rest and the dread of reliving the nightmare's torment. She was scared. Terrified. Top of Form
She patted her cheek when she felt something wet trailing down her face. Her eyes widened at the realisation that she was actually crying. She placed her hall hand over her chest, feeling her heart beating rapidly.
Rafael.
His face flashed before her eyes, her own harassed body, the fear in her own eyes. She shook her head. Her chest clenched imagining it all happening in real. No matter how much she tried, it all seemed too real. Making her question her sanity.
She ran her hand through her hair, and then rubbed her face. What was this? What was this feeling? Why did she had that dream? And then she stilled.
Abigail.
Amara panicked, all of this was too much to take in.
And then it made her remember everything Abigail did to her.
The flower shop, kidnapping, forcing himself upon her.
She quickly raised the sheets and looked down at herself.
She was still wearing the same clothes, and she didn't felt any pain anywhere.
Her one wrist still cuffed to the headboard.
Did that meant she passed out? Amara was grateful.
When the aftermath of nightmare faded into reality, she observed her surroundings. Same cold room, the sky outside seemed darker. She could feel the cold breeze swaying in through the windows making the curtains dance.
She let out a sigh and laid her head down on the pillows staring at the ceiling. The nightmare was so disturbing that she kept seeing flashes of it in her front of eyes. She was not terrified of seeing the nightmare again, but dreaded of seeing her own body getting molested.
Kaelith. She missed him deeply. She wanted to see him, even for a briefest moment, to know he
was alright.
The voice in her head was loud. She blinked, and then blinked again, Amara sighed frustratedly.
The turmoil of emotions had her shifting.
Her heart wanted something else while her head screamed for something else.
She couldn't understand what was right or what was wrong anymore except for the fact that she was helpless and alone.
*****
Kaelith cursed loudly as he slammed his phone on the wall smashing the device into small pieces. He ran his hand through his hair as he paced down the room.
"Track that fucker down! Call Rafael!" He snarled at Lorcan through the computer screen, whose own expression displayed an equal level of annoyance and rage as him.
The visible signs of his anger were not limited to his face — his trembling hands betrayed the sheer intensity of his emotions.
It was clear that he was engulfed by an overwhelming desire to destroy something.
“And what? You'll call him and he'll tell you where Amara is?" Lorcan narrowed his eyes. The latter let out a scoff.
"He will. If he doesn't, I'll fucking hunt him down and tear that little fucker piece by piece." Kaelith scoffed. The video tape he saw earlier still replaying in his head.
The amount of anger and loathe he felt was indescribable. And at that, Amara was kidnapped.
"I shouldn't have left her alone even for a second! Fuck!" He regretted taking her to the shop. He hated he let his emotions take over his head. He should've kept her in the room, locked and caged—where he knew she was safe.
His chest clenched.
But her smile. The sheer beauty of her smile held an inexplicable power over him, captivating his heart and stirring up emotions deep within his soul.
It was as if the radiance emanating from her lips could eclipse any darkness that clouded his existence.
The mere sight of her lips gently curving upwards was enough to make him willing to go to great lengths, to sacrifice anything and everything, just for the chance to witness that captivating sight once more.
Lorcan sighed in disbelief. "I am coming to Spain. And then we’ll think of something. Don’t do anything irrational-“
"I’ll fucking destroy them!" Kaelith roared, his voice filled with anger and determination.
“Think with your head, you damn bastard! If you do something that’ll piss him off, Amara will be in danger,” Lorcan warned, his tone urgent.
Kaelith clenched his jaw, his frustration palpable. “Leak the files,” he demanded, his voice tense with resolve.
Lorcan stilled, his eyes widening in surprise. “What? ” he exclaimed, taken aback by the unexpected request.
“Abigail is Francis’s son,” Kaelith revealed. Lorcan snapped. “What the fuck?!”
“Bastard son, and Hilary’s brother.” Kaelith commanded. “I’ll destroy Hilary Donovon by the time first ray of sun hit the ground, and then it’ll be her brother,”
Lorcan nodded. “So the files include-“
Kaelith took a deep breath, his expression determined. “Orion gave me the file. All the illegal businesses done by him and his father under pseudonyms are there. If we leak it, the police will come after them. That'd make my work easier. He'll try to make a move, and I'll catch him.”
Lorcan sighed, understanding the plan despite his initial shock.
“Alright,” he reluctantly agreed, knowing the risks but also recognizing the necessity of taking action.