CHAPTER 92: 92: TRUTH

Lilac

I tried to hide my tremor when I knocked on Sloan’s door, but I think I failed because he frowned on opening the door and taking in my appearance.

"What’s wrong?" He asked as his dark eyes raked over me. Before I could respond, cause all that I planned to say on getting here had seemed like they had suddenly fled out my ears, I ended up just opening and closing my mouth. His eyes landed on my throat the next moment and he was tugging me into the room, closing the door after him then he peered down at me.

"Are you hurt?" He asked and I blinked slowly, staring up at him then taking in the worry in his eyes as he regarded me right now. How could people ask me to hurt this boy??

I ended up clearing my throat and shaking my head. "I think it’s just a scratch." I mumbled but he didn’t seem like he believed me. He led me towards the couch here in his room and pulled me atop me, making me feel very breathless as his arms came to settle around me, his dark eyes still setting my face as he stared at me.

"You smell very sad and distressed." He pointed out and I swallowed emptily, feeling extremely called out. In a way, I feel like I betrayed him by keeping the truth from him this whole time, that I knew that his butler wasn’t ti be trusted but I never said a word to him cause I was selfish. That made me feel super shitty and I suddenly hated myself.

"Whoa, your scent just got worse. Tell me what’s wrong, Kitten." He demanded, sounding more worried but I shook my head and tried to force a smile on as I stated at him.

"Nothing really happened, I promise."

"Where were you since morning?" He asked, his eyes narrowed a little , clearly still trying to figure out what’s wrong.

"Out running errands for the upcoming ball." I explained abc he hummed before nodding towards my bandaged throat.

"That’s where you got this wound?" He asked and I shook my head, then I explained this morning’s incident to him, and once I was done, a thoughtful look was on his face as he asked me if he could take off the bandage. I wanted to refuse, to tell him that none of this matters anymore causes I’d be dying tomorrow morning, but the words refused to leave my throat.

I sat still as he loosened the bandage, then he grimaced.

"This looks pretty deep." He stated and I shook my head while reaching for the bandage.

"It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt anyway." I mumbled in an attempt to accept the bandage and wrap up the wound up again, but he moved the bandage out of my reach and shook his head.

"Oh, but it has to definitely hurt, I’m so sure of it." He pointed out before flinging the bandage to the ground, then he flashed me a grin.

"But no worries... I’ll help you with it."

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By offering to help me with it, he meant that he’ll lick it... with his tongue till it healed up. I doubted if that would work, but he had been so sure. Each glide of his tongue had sent tingles over every inch of my body, which had felt so maddening and so hot all over, and surprisingly, it ended working at the end of the day. He did the same process for the one on my arm, and as I gaped at him while wondering how be was able to know that it would be able to work, he shrugged with a pleased grin then he leaned closer as he spoke.

"Cause I feel like we’re fated mates." He revealed and my eyes widened while my heart flew into my throat.

Fated mates?

I don’t even know what that meant but that word quickly reminded me of my first encounter with his grand father, and he had also held this same theory that we might be fated mate and that he’ll let me remain close to his grandson so he could keep watch of him, and that as soon as Its confirmed that I’m his fated mate, I’ll be getting dud srted instantly,

And now Sloan was saying that exact words, that we’re fated mates.

"What does that mean?" I asked him after a few heartbeat, my eyes blown wide with curiosity.

"It means we’re destined to be together forever. The concept of people finding their fated mate is very rare, and I didn’t even believe in that crap, but now, all my questions still point to the same answer, that’s we’re fated mates." He revealed and my eyes widened as my mind processed his response.

"Oh wow." I whispered cause there was nothing else I could say right now when I was so shocked.

Now that I was thinking about it, it made a lot of sense. From the very moment we crossed paths, he was supposed to hand kill me that night, but he hasn’t. That was probably the beginning of our destiny being woven together.

"Are you thinking about it?" He asked and I nodded.

"So, what does it mean for us?" I asked quietly, whine Mr breath was bated.

"It means you’ll be mine, till the very end." He stated matter of factly and my breath caught in my throat.

"You want that, right? To be with me." As he spoke this time, my heart dropped into my stomach and a pang of sadness came over me, so I think that it made tears to sting at the forgets of my eyes as I nodded at that question.

"Y- yeah, but I don’t think that can be possible though." I whispered quietly and the prince frowned down at me.

"What? Why? You don’t want to be with me?" He asked and my eyes widened as I quickly shook my head.

"That wasn’t what I meant at all, it’s because of something else entirely." I explained and the prince frowned as he. Offed slowly.

"What’s that?" He asked, his face unreadable. U tensed up atop his laps, feeling awkward and unsure of what I was about to reveal right now.

I’d have liked to not be sitting in him right now before starting to explain the situation ti him, but it didn’t seem like he’d agree to let me move to the spot beside him even if I attempted to ask.

"I- I so wanna be with you, but I don’t think that would be possible cause I’d be dying tomorrow morning." I finally revealed and Sloan’s eyes widened as he looked me up and down.

"Why? Are you hurt? What do you mean?" he asked almost immediately and again, I struggled with how to actually start explaining the entire situation to him. My throat felt tight, like something was blocking it from the inside. The fact that I was struggling was probably obvious on my face, cause in the next second, Sloan was tugging me into a tight hug and I shuddered hard as I held hon tightly, my shoulders shaking as my tears broke free.

This prince was just too kind hearted, the way he’s currently hugging the person who was sent to kill him tonight, comforting me like this, without knowing what I had in my pockets with me right now. If I was a selfish bastard, I’d have still gone ahead and poisoned him, uncaring of anything except saving my own self. But from the very moment he saved me, I just knew I’d never be able to hurt him ni matter what even if it was to save my own ass.

Once I had managed to stop crying, I dug my hand into my pockets and pulled out the white powder which he accepted, then I explained what it was and what I was supposed to do with it.

"So... if you had given me this poison, you’d not get killed tomorrow?" He asked and I sniffed while nodding.

"So, why are you showing me this? You don’t wanna save your own ass? Isn’t that the most logical thing to do in this situation?" He asked and I shook my head vehemently while wiping at my cheeks.

"No, it’s not. I can’t hurt you." I whispered, unable to meet his eyes as I spoke. "It would kill me to hurt you. I dont think I care that I would die, but I just know that I can never betray you like that to save my own ass." I revealed and Sloan’s eyes widened as I spoke, then he was taking my hand and pressing it against his lips.

I let my eyes fall close as more tears spilled out. I had lied just now, I very much cared that I’d be dying tomorrow, and I definitely didn’t want to die tomorrow, but now, it seems like dying was definitely way better than me hurting the one person that cared for me and protected me the most in my entire life.