HER LOVE • davina claire

9 | REMINISCING

REMINICING

Anger. Fury. Rage. What ever you want to call it, it has taken me over and is coursing through my veins with a fierce power, and all I see is red. All I want to do is break something. Anything. Everything. I throw the lamp on her bedside table at the wall, feeling satisfaction roll through me as it crashed against the wall and broke into thousands of pieces. My mother doesn’t want to kill us this time around. I suppose we should be happy about that. Thing is, her new idea is even worse than this one. She wants to put us all in new bodies and have us start over. Like hell.

I stomp with my foot on the couch in my room, splitting it in two. I grabbed one side and started ripping it to pieces. Then the half of the couch. Then I break the lamp on my side of the bed, shattering it as well. I sit down on the bed, then I open the drawer of my bedside table, knowing what’s waiting in there, but if still stops my heart. With trembling hands, I pick up the little black box and open it. I stare at the diamond ring, how long I’m not sure as I thought about how long I searched for the right one – nearly driving Nik crazy, it was the only thing he really did during those six months – but eventually tears stared rolling down my cheeks. I wanted to ask her to marry me. I wanted forever with her. And the worst part is, that even after everything that she did, I still want it.

“I’m so sorry, Lexie.” Nik’s voice rang out suddenly. I didn’t even notice him come in. He takes a seat next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I lean against him, wiping at my cheeks with my one hand. I shut the box and held it out to him.

“Get rid of it. You can sell it or throw it away, I don’t care, just get rid of it.” I spoke softly, my voice thick with emotion. He hesitantly takes it from me and shoves it in his pocket. We sit there, in silence as thoughts of me and Davina swirl around in my mind. Why couldn’t she just kill Mikael the second the ancestors brought him back? Was my love for her not enough?

“Stop it.” My twin says, smacking my arm lightly. I give him a curious glance, wondering if I talked out loud. “You didn’t need to talk out loud, I know you, Lexie. I know how you love, trust me, I’ve been on the receiving end for the last thousand years. And you didn’t to anything wrong. You treated her like a queen. I think...I think she was so caught up in what she possessed and that she could kill me if she wanted, that she didn’t realise what she would end up losing.”

“Doesn’t make it right.” I mumbled stubbornly.

“No, it doesn’t.” He agreed. “But try and see it from her point.”

“I am, Nik. And no matter how I think about it, it comes down to the fact that she wanted to use Mikael to kill you. I understand why, I really do, I just can’t get past it. I don’t know how to forgive her.” I told him, moving out of his embrace. I have him a look. “What’s with you defending her anyways? I thought you hate her.”

“I don’t hate her, I don’t particularly like her, but I don’t hate her. How can I hate the person that makes my best friend so happy?” He answers, giving me a soft look and I scoffed. Trust him to tell me that after I broke up with her. “And as for you not being able to forgive her, that’s not true either. You forgave her the second you walked out of Rousseau’s. You just don’t know how to trust her and that’s why you broke up with her.”

I stared at him for a long time, thinking over his word and damn it, he’s right. After a few minutes I huffed, “I hate you.”

He laughed lightly, “I love you too.”

It was quiet for a few moments, and I could tell that he wanted to tell me something, but he didn’t know how. I waited for him, knowing that my brother isn’t exactly one for putting his feelings into words. “Hayley is considering our mother’s offer.””