Marisol stepped out of Leticia’s chambers with a million thoughts bubbling in her head. She didn’t know if she wanted to scream or cry.
Maybe she wanted to do both. It was so unfair. Her parents had told her she was destined for greatness. Was this fate’s idea of greatness? To be made to sacrifice herself without a say?
Why hadn’t all this happened before she met Cedric? Their lives were far from perfect, but she’d never felt so complete before. This all felt like a sick, twisted joke, and she could feel her guts churn at the thought of it.
Not only was it unfair to her, but it was unfair to Cedric, too. They’d only just found each other, and even with that, they’d gotten a taste of the life they could have together, the happiness they felt in the mere presence of the other. It was unfair to her parents, too. She was their only child, for goddess’ sake.
It hurt so much to think about it. She just wanted to curl up and cry. But she wouldn’t dare because if she felt the tiniest distress, her parents and Cedric would rush to find her.
It was the worst. Why should they have to suffer from such a fate? Her parents left their pack, raging on a mission to find and bring her home, but as fate would have it, they were here now, ready to forgive the past for her happiness and give her their full support, but it turned out all she had to do was kill herself to resolve the whole thing. Her emotions threatened to tumble out, and it felt like she was hanging on by a thread.
In the flash of a second, a hand grabbed her and pulled her back into Leticia’s room.
“You can cry all you want. I’ve cut them off. They will not feel anything,” Leticia whispered next to her.