Chapter 4
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Chapter Four
"You've got to wake up."
The voice sounded so insistent that I felt like it was shaking me. I groaned. I didn't want to. I felt so tired, I never wanted to open my eyes.
"Melissa." That was Kyra's voice and it was beginning to sound panicked. "Up. You have to get up!"
I groaned again. Just a few more minutes. I was so tired. "I will, I will."
"I gave everything I have in my power for you to live again, and gave you a second chance. It's over for me." What the hell was Kyra talking about?
Her voice was so sad, so soft. "I've done the best I can. There's nothing I can do now. It's up to you. You have to wake up, Melissa. Please. Don't let Asher and Freya win."
Asher? And Freya? Why-?
I jolted awake, sucking in a deep breath and the tears began to flow as all the memories rolled it. I kicked, struggling against my bonds. I bucked and while I couldn't move, I could roll apparently, because I fell.
When I hit the floor, I blinked, heaving. I wasn't in that cabin of horrors anymore.
I was in a massive room painted pale pink. It had big windows with heavy looking white curtains. It was dark outside but I could see there was a small garden. And a big fence.
Yet I couldn't stop. My brain just wouldn't shut off the tears.
Until there was sharp rapping noise. I curled up, fear rocketing up my spine. It took me a while before the fog in my mind cleared enough to identify the sound. Someone was knocking?
My question was answered a moment later when they knocked again.
I couldn't let them see my face. I wasn't supposed to be here and I needed to explain myself without the burn on my face freaking out the person at the door and convincing them I was a hardened criminal. I could feel the skin pulling as I moved my face. I must look hideous.
Another knock sounded, this time louder. I looked around. There!
Hanging in a wall rack was an array of long scarves in all different colors. I got up, grabbed the first one my hand touched and wrapped the soft yellow fabric around my face, leaving only my eyes open.
The fourth knock had hardly sounded before I pulled the door open. The girl standing there started speaking the moment I took to breathe after my dash to the door.
"Good evening Lia," the girl said with a smile. The Alpha's summoned you."
"My father?"
I was stunned. I was in the house somewhere, in some poor unsuspecting girl's room?
The girl gasped and looked around. She swallowed, "Yes but remember we don't say that out loud."
I frowned. What was this girl on?
"Don't pout Lia. Soon."
I ruled that out of my mind. I was wearing a scarf. Even if I was in the house, she wouldn't recognize me.
"Come along."
I was so confused, I just followed. My mind cleared a little on the long walk. I accepted the fact glaring at me.
I died.
I had died and somehow Kyra had brought me back. I didn't know how to feel about that so I pushed it away. I would process that later.
We got to what I assumed was the Alpha's room. She gestured for me to go in and bow.
The room was dimly lit with candles and a figure sat hunched over a mute music box.
"Daughter?"
That was definitely not my father. I hadn't seen him yet but Father had never addressed me with anything other than contempt. While this voice did sound like it loved me, it also didn't wish I would just vanish off the face of the earth.
So the second thing I accepted was that I must have been reborn into someone's body. I would keep my mouth tightly shut until I could get an accurate read on things.
I didn't think Lia's father would appreciate me taking his daughter's body, no matter if she must have already been dead.
He glanced up. "Sandra?"
Alpha Darrex was sitting in his study calling me daughter? But he didn't have a daughter.
"Is something the matter?"
I cleared my throat. "No."
He didn't push it. "I just wanted to tell you to resume your etiquette lessons, to brush up on your manners. I've decided that I'm going to introduce you to society next week."
He smiled and ran a hand through his hair. "There, just like I promised"
So Alpha Darrex had a secret daughter, one who was now me. "Yes."
"That is all. You're dismissed."
I bowed, but he had already gone back to his music box. I turned and left.
The girl was outside. "Come now, Sandra," she said, taking my hand. "Let's go get you ready for bed."
The first thing she did was put both the curtains down. "Go on, go brush your hair. I'm going to tidy up."
Where? There was no vanity to sit behind, no brush or mirror in sight. I turned to her, about to ask when she chuckled. "I know, your favorite brush is in the drawer over there."
I walked to the dresser, beside it was the screen and there was the vanity. I went behind it and took off my veil.
I stared. There was no burn mark on my face. I raised my hand to touch it, feeling the phantom sensation but sure as the sun, my face wasn't burned.
It may have been selfish but I was glad I didn't carry a reminder of Freya on my face.
I began brushing my hair. Right away, I hit a tangle and attempted to work it loose. It wasn't coming undone and I unconsciously began to run the comb through more and more aggressively yet it wouldn't come out.
I huffed, getting angrier and angrier. I hated this hair! I hated it because it was too long for me to manage and I especially hated it because stupid Asher liked it. Or claimed to have liked it, I couldn't be sure, he had said a lot of things he didn't mean. But either way, I now wanted it gone.
I picked up the pair of scissors sitting on the table and snipped.
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