CHAPTER 19
Kaelith knelt beside her, his eyes filled with concern and a deep hurt that mirrored her own. He longed to reach out and comfort her, to banish the darkness that had engulfed her.
Kaelith sat beside the bed, watching as Amara slept soundly, her face framed by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
She looked like a serene, beautiful angel in her slumber, her features relaxed, free from the worries of the world.
Her peaceful expression tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with a deep sense of reality.
“This world has been too cruel to you, Angel.” He muttered softly.
Beneath the gentle caress of the moonlight, Amara looked ethereal. So innocent. The soft silver beams spilt through the window, casting a delicate radiance upon her face.
Her ebony hair cascaded in graceful waves around her, like strands of midnight silk, contrasting with her porcelain skin.
Moonlight danced upon her delicate features, illuminating the contours of her face, revealing the subtle curve of her cheekbones, the graceful arch of her brows, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
The pale light traced a path along her lips, soft and inviting as if the moonlight itself couldn't resist the allure of her smile. Her long lashes brushed against her cheeks, casting faint shadows, adding an air of elegance to her.
Unable to resist the impulse, he gently caressed her cheeks, his fingers tracing the delicate curves of her skin.
He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and marveled at the softness of her hair against his fingertips.
Kaelith couldn't help but smile as he admired the ethereal sight before him, feeling privileged to even be with her at that moment.
His fingers, as if guided by an invisible force, moved toward her lips. But as he attempted to touch them, something stopped him as he remembered the way Rafael kissed her.
The vivid recollection stirred a powerful mix of emotions within him. Jealousy twisted like a knife in his chest as he remembered the way Arrian smiled at her, the way he leaned down to kiss her. Possessing the possession, he thought belonged to him.
Anger simmered just beneath the surface, his jaw clenching involuntarily as he replayed the scene in his mind.
It was a reminder of how close she had been to someone else, someone she was married to.
No matter what or how he feels, at the end of the day Amara was Rafael’s wife.
He kept looking at her for another minute before he sighed and got up.
But first, he needed to talk to Rafael. The fucker just backed up.
His teeth grinned together as he opened the door of her room and exited.
Slowly closing the door behind him he turned around only to stop.
Rafael stood on the other side of the hallway. His hands clenched tight on his sides and his light eyes glared at Kaelith. His heart conflicted as Kaelith let out an unamused scoff.
“The fuck are you still here for?” Kaelith raised his brow pushing his hands into his pockets. Rafael looked disheveled with messy hair and unkempt clothes.
He swallowed hard lowering his head and looking at the ground. What was Kaelith doing in her room? “I…I wanted to see Amara.”
Kaelith causally took a step forward intimidating Rafael who unconsciously backed. The former’s eyes gleamed darkly under the dim light. Rafael swore there was nothing but darkness, something he was always afraid of. All while wondering if he was the brother Rafael always looked up to.
Abigail’s words suddenly tampered with his head.
“You don’t get to see her, fucker. You won’t be seeing her after what you did today.” Kaelith said narrowing his eyes. His voice was so harsh and stone-cold,
“I just…I wanted to apologize.” Rafael mumbled remembering the scared look on Amara’s face.
Kaelith stared at Rafael, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and frustration. The tension in the room was palpable.
"For how many things are you going to apologize for, huh?" Kaelith's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence. "For breaking her, for forcing her, for her situation? You're just some lousy little fucker, Rafael, who can't even do one thing right!"
Rafael winced at the harsh words, but he knew he deserved them. He had hurt Amara deeply, and he had to face the consequences.
"What sick games are you trying to play here?" Kaelith continued, his anger unabated.
Rafael took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping. "I will not divorce her," he whispered, his voice trembling.
Kaelith was taken aback. "What did you just say?" he asked, his tone now tinged with disbelief.
"I know I am the worst," Rafael admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, "but I cannot divorce her. She is my wife, my everything. I cannot let her go. I... I'll die before that."
Kaelith regarded Rafael with a mix of anger and rage before storming towards him fisting his collar and slamming him against the wall. “Then I won’t mind marrying a widow. If you think this will stop me, not even death can keep me away from her.” Kaelith growled.
Rafael’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he felt something like anger bubbling inside him.
Unable to keep his emotions in cheek, he fisted Kaelith’s fist. Both of them glaring at each other.
“Then start counting backwards, dear brother,” Rafael said.
“Cause neither I am planning to back down.”
Kaelith glared at him as Rafael spoke. “I will be taking Amara with me back tomorrow and no one will be stopping me.”
“Touch her, and I’ll burn you.” Kaelith threatened turning around and walking away leaving Rafael with a clenched jaw.
Rafael might have said everything in fit of the moment, but he knew Kaelith, his brother wasn’t someone who just said, his words were threats, and Rafael knew Kaelith could climb any stair to make sure things worked his way.
When he sets his mind to doing something, he never stops till he has that thing.
And this time it wasn’t just a thing Kaelith wanted to possess, it was Amara.
Rafael’s wife.
Kaelith’s first love. Destiny’s paw.
And an amnesiac girl who was unnerved by her own feelings and memories.