Chapter 158
Chapter 158
I placed a kiss on her forehead before exiting the room, the next floor after hers held Simon and Emilia. The two had formed a relationship so strong one could even believe that Emilia had birthed Simon.
The duo had been through so much for a while that it felt great be able to provide a place where they could rest with no worry of being harmed. I shut the door quietly and then proceeded to my room.
Coming into this bedroom since Freya left always caused the empty feeling in my heart to feel even deeper and that was why I avoided it as much as possible. I took small maps in my office or in Jessy’s room and that was it.
I hadn’t slept on this bed since Freya left and the thought of doing so now was causing my stomach to churn with distaste.
I went into the bathroom first and the sight of my face in the mirror made me rethink staring at it for too long. Instead I made my way to the large bath tub in the center of the bathroom and began filling it with warm water adding some of the scented soaps that Freya loved to use and once I was satisfied I turned off the tap and entered into the tub.
I soaked in it for the longest time while I just let my thoughts run wild, soon my exhaustion settled and I knew it was time to get out and get that sleep as Smith advised and so I rinsed off and stepped out of the bathroom.
I pulled on only pajamas bottom before flopping onto the bed. The absence of Freya’s scent around me caused tears to form in my eyes.
I really missed her.
The feel of her silky hair.
Her bright green eyes.
The sound of her laughter.
Her scent.
The warmth of her body.
I missed every damn thing about Freya and without control the tears began falling faster from my eyes.
It felt even worse for me knowing that we didn’t have the mate bond where I could feel her pain or be closer to her even if we were separated. I wished for us to be mates so much in this moment.
It felt like a long time that I just buried my head into the pillow and cried but soon I couldn’t cry anymore and so after saying a small prayer to the Goddess to keep Freya safe, at least until I could find her, I drifted to sleep after reaching to switch off the only light that had been flooding the room.
It didn’t feel like I had been sleeping for very long when I heard Footsteps coming down the hallway. My mind felt disorientated and I noticed that the ache in my chest had become worse for reasons I couldn’t explain.
My door creaked open and I turned towards it. I could see in the darkness of the room but without light it all just looked black and white and so when a figure stepped into the room I couldn’t immediately recognize it.
They moved towards the bed and once they reached, they sat on it. I noticed it was a female and that worsened my confusion. I remained still although, wanting to understand their motive and get a better grasp of the situation.
Through the moonlight I could make out certain features like her cheekbones and nose but the rest where more black than
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white.
She reached out a hand to touch my face and that was when the cent hit me. There was no way that I wouldn’t be able to recognize that scent no matter where I went.
It was Estel’s.
Estel? What in the hell?
I immediately scrambled to sit up on the bed and that was when was able to catch her entire face. It really was her.
Her scent began to fill the room and it really was the scent of my dead mate except this time it was streaked with rot and the combination caused a dizzy effect on me.
“Hello love.” Came her greeting
There was no way!
I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out of it and that was when I realized that I wasn’t even in my room
anymore.
A chill ran through my spine and horror squeezed at my heart. Just as she reached out again to touch me was when I heard a shrill scream filled with fear.
Jessy!
It was at this thought that I gasped back to consciousness, I was greeted by the familiar darkness of my room and I reached hurriedly to flip the light switch and once light filled the room and 1 confirmed it was empty, I let out a relieved breath.
It was just a dream. There was no Estel or scent of rot and cinnamon.
But it had felt so real.
Why would I dream of Estel though? And that scent had been nothing like I ever smelt so how would my brain,be capable of concocting it in my dream.
There was no one I could ask these questions and I definitely didn’t have any answers to them and so I decided to go back to sleep and just when I was drifting off I heard it.
A shrill scream, just like the one in my dream. There were two things that hit me in this moment.
I
was sure this scream came from Jessy.
And this one was most definitely real.
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