~Tia~
“…..you have to kill me as well.” I can feel the confusion through the bond, but I can’t. I can’t look at him…..I can’t face him. I can barely breathe, barely stay on my feet. What did I do? How could I be so careless and self-centered?
I went to that house to check on Aida. I saw what was in her room; the shrine she had to Lincoln. Anyone who saw that would know that there was something not right with Aida. Anyone else would have taken the time to tell someone to get her some help. I did none of those things. I told no one and didn’t try to get her any help. Instead, I went about my life as if I had never seen it.
Lincoln is missing. He has been taken, and if not for Adela, he would be moved tonight. He probably would have never been heard from again. Aida took Lincoln, and she could do so because of me. I did this to us, to my mate.
I turn and struggle to get the door open. I can barely see with all of the tears in my eyes. I’m trying not to break down right here where others could see it, but it’s a struggle that I feel I will lose. I feel the sparks on the hand trying to open the door. I pray that he lets this go, but it goes unanswered.
Landon turns me around and wraps me up in his arms. He starts to walk with me, pulling me down the steps and to the other side of the packhouse. I’m stumbling as I walk and decide to let Landon guide us. I’m sniffling and sobbing, yet Landon says nothing.
Landon comes to a stop and stands in front of me. He lifts my head, so our eyes meet. “Explain.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and close my eyes. “When I went to check on Aida that day, I saw something disturbing. I saw a type of shrine to Lincoln. I didn’t say anything to you or anyone else. Aida took Lincoln, and it’s all my fault. Iii…iiiiiffff I had jjjjjust said ssssssomething……iiiiiiiffffff…..” I couldn’t finish, emotions taking hold of me. Landon pulls me into him and rubs my back. I bury my face into his chest and let it all out.
“You didn’t know, no one knew. Even if you told someone what you saw, she probably would have still tried to take him. You can’t blame yourself. You can’t assume that you telling someone would have gotten her help. Would your dad have listened and gotten her any help?” Landon lifts my face and wipes the tears away. “This is not your fault. If anything, blame can be passed around. It isn’t all on your shoulders.” Landon’s eyes gloss over. He refocuses and looks at me. “The warriors are waiting for us. Let’s go get Lincoln.”
~Lincoln~
Morning has already come through the windows of this cabin, but I guess Adela was lying. When she was assessing my health, she was actually talking to me. I have to admit; I was very surprised.
*Flashback*
What the…..are you okay?
Do you really care?
Hey, I know I’ve done some messed up things, but this wasn’t ever a plan.
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