Maximus:
"I’m sure it will all be fine. I will be able to put my word through, and my brother will understand." I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to hype myself up for this big step. I knew why Norman didn’t want Helanie to marry Emmet, and that was because he thought if she did marry him and later found out that he was the one who pushed her into the well, she would be angry with herself and with us. Because she wouldn’t want to marry someone who had done that to her. But I was wondering, what if Norman wouldn’t be okay with me marrying her either? Then what? I had supported him against Emmet. So what if he did the same to me?
Would I be able to defend myself? And then there was this issue, what if Helanie didn’t want to marry me? She did seem like she was kind of done with all of us. Or maybe it was just because she was going through a lot, with her new identity and everything.
"She’s a mermaid," my wolf excitedly uttered.
"Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking," I groaned at him. He had been telling me how eagerly he was waiting for our next intimate session because he wanted to do it with a mermaid. That was so disgusting of him, but also so intriguing. I knew there were so many layers to Helanie, but I didn’t know there were this many.
I fixed my hair one last time, shrugged on my jacket, and put on my perfume. I decided to leave the room. That was when I saw Helanie also coming out of the bedroom. She was all ready for the dinner. And honestly speaking, it looked like she was the meal for the night, in a beautiful golden silk dress that landed above her knees, with her platinum blonde hair flowing in big curls.
She looked like she had walked straight out of heaven. She started walking toward the staircase while I watched her like a hungry beast. As she walked past me, she snapped her fingers in front of my face without even looking at me. It was her subtle way of reminding me I was staring too hard. I wanted to say something, but then I held back, because even though her action was playful, she did look like she wasn’t ready to talk about anything with me or anyone. So I let her walk ahead of me.
"Helanie." I couldn’t stop myself. I said her name. She was at the end of the staircase at this point. She stopped and briefly turned around, looking at me.
"Did you call my name?" she asked. Of course she had good hearing now. That was another power I noticed she’d gained from her being a mermaid.
"Yeah, actually, I wanted to speak with you about something," I said, taking slow and steady steps toward her.
"What is it?" she asked, her beautiful big eyes staring at me.
I was holding my breath, I didn’t want her to say no. I was really, really hoping that wouldn’t happen. I hated the idea of her going to Norman’s bedroom every night. It was as if I was just a side object.
"It’s about—" I cleared my throat, stopping mid-sentence.
"What if it’s about—" she began, but I shook my head, and she went silent.
"It’s not about that issue," I said, hinting that I knew exactly what she didn’t want to talk about yet, not until the evidence was out.
"It’s about us."
She frowned slightly. "What about us?"
But thankfully, before I could say anything more, she added, "It’s alright, Maximus. Everything is alright between us. I just need a little time to be myself again. But I understand everything, and I don’t want to hold on to any grudge for too long."
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