Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 293

Delilah:

The maids went about their business as they cleaned up the hall. Everything seemed to be peaceful and quiet as I walked around. My arm was wrapped around myself as I tried to contain whatever I had running inside my head.

The number of thoughts were countless, and the idea of the safety of this quietness, of this peace, was one that had felt completely out of place. I felt completely out of place.

I hated it.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I did. I didn’t belong here. I knew that this was not my place, that this peace did not belong to me. But I also knew that asking them to leave was not going to be an option. They were not going to allow me to see. Anna was not going to allow me to. And Lissandra right now needed me more than ever. Just when she was starting to regain her strength, I could have just stepped back. I couldn’t just leave her alone.

My shoes echoed as I walked, the weight in my chest heavier than anything I could explain. Because I didn’t know how to explain it even if I wanted to. This place had seen more just a few days ago and now it just seemed spotless, clean.

The scent of blood and fire still lingered on my skin, but the walls were calm now. As if nothing was destructed a few days ago. As if there was No Fear, there were no deaths. It was just normal, though I knew that it was beyond that. Everyone just didn’t want to show it. Or maybe they did, They just did not know how to express themselves. They did not know how to reveal that they were at peace to some extent.

I made it to the outer gardens before I heard him behind me.

He was the one person that I wanted to avoid, and yet he was still following me regardless of what I did, regardless of me pushing him away.

“Delilah.”

I didn’t stop.

I yanked my arm free, voice flat. “Good for me or not? What do you expect me to do? Just sit inside forever? I can’t do that.” “I’m not saying that…”

“I know what you’re doing, Ethan. And I need you to stop.” I said, stopping him. He froze for a moment, frowning in confusion, but I shook my head at him. Right now, I did not want him to speak. I did not even want him to be around me. The more that he stayed around me, the more that he became closer to me. I just found myself feeling smaller.

He blinked. “Stop what? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“This.” I motioned vaguely between us, voice cracking despite my best effort. “The trying. The talking. The soft looks and the quiet stares when you think I’m not watching. I can’t do this. I can’t keep allowing you to approach me in a way that you know that I’m not ready for.”