Talia's POV

I walked as fast as my legs could carry. I didn't hope to meet anyone else. Seeing Vance shamelessly turned me on. Hearing his voice for the first time in a very long while really did something.


At that moment, a silly part of me wished I could tell him the whole thing and he'd apologize and be sorry for what he did, kill Nadia and Landon, and we'd have a happily ever after.

But even I knew that it wasn't logical. I felt that way for him because he was my first love. Up until about eleven months ago, I had known no other man. Sad to think that I haven't even been intimate with Ken yet, fortunately for me, he understood.

I block out the fact that I still see Vance in my dreams sometimes. We have sex, but it always ends up in me killing him. As much as I love him, I hope it never happens. I hate him too.


Thinking about how gullible and wicked he was to me makes my body quake with wrath.

How stupid I was to get my pants wet thinking about him. That's one thing I hope will never happen.


I was extremely fast walking back, all the thoughts of revenge in my head only fueled my legs. Before the sun got too hot, I had gotten back to Ken's palace.

Margo was with the baby, but Ken was still away.

As soon as I saw her, all the macho woman in me fled and I broke into tears. Thankfully, the baby was still fast asleep so Margo laid her in her cot and escorted me out of the room to my room where we could talk without intrusion.

She held me for as long as the tears kept flowing which was quite a while, rubbing my back lightly.

I finally pinched my nose to halt the tears so I could get to the part that Margo was interested in.

'I'm sorry." I said when I saw how wet I had made her blouse.

'Oh, that's not all you. There's remains of baby puke there too." She joked.

It amused me, so I laughed. The mood got a little lighter.

'Do you want to talk about it?" Margo asked.

'Definitely. But my thoughts are still muddled up." I replied to her.

She didn't look disappointed. Slowly, Margo was becoming one of the most pleasant persons I've ever met.

'Whenever you're ready." She comforted me, squeezing my knee.

'What, do you think, are the chances that I still love Vance?" I asked her out of the blue. It definitely wasn't well thought but I needed to straighten my thoughts and I could only do that if I said them out to someone, look at the expression or what they say and see how reasonable or cringe they are.

Margo smiled and held my gaze for a while

'I'd say about seventy percent. Kael, Ken and your new baby, maybe I too, stole the rest of it slowly. But Vance is the one person you know the most." I felt like kissing her square in her lips. That's what I wanted to hear. Margo wasn't an ass licker, so I was very sure I could take her word for it.

'I feel embarrassed." I confessed to her. The tears were making their way back up again.

'I would too." We both laughed at the speed with which she said it. 'That's normal, I meant to say." She corrected after we had had our fill of laughter.

'Alright. That's out of the way." I was thinking about the next end to pick in my tangled thoughts. '

'So where did you see him?" Margo asked, making it easy for me to tell the story.

'The cemetery. On my grave." I replied directly.

'I guess you're not the only one stuck on bygones then." She said, 'But how did you know he would be there?" Margo asked.

'I didn't." I replied. 'I went to see if I, if Talia, made it into the cemetery where Alphas and Lunas were buried."

'What did you then see?" Margo asked.

'There was an excessively decorated tomb, well groomed with fresh flowers. Went to check it out before going round the others with overgrown weeds. As I got closer, I saw a man lying on it. I wanted to get away before he noticed I had invaded his privacy. Unfortunately, as fate would have it, my legs were caught in some thorns, so I tripped and he had to help me up."

Margo could no longer hold it in and at that point she burst out in laughter.

'I'm so sorry, but at this point, it's not hard at all to believe that you guys are fated." She said,

'Yeah." I conceded. 'He helped me up and that was when I saw that it was him. I nearly pissed my pants." Word by word, I felt the lump in my chest break down and the knot in my stomach loosen.

'He obviously didn't recognise you." She said,

'Yeah. While I'm grateful for that, I'm not used to being treated like a stranger. I was literally the only one he could confide in. At that moment, I wished I could just quit it and tell him." I confessed.

'Well you can't." Margo said as a matter of fact.

'I know. I know." I replied. 'I feel like a fake, a fraud. I don't know if I'm supposed to be saying this but I had that wet underpants type of imagination."

Thankfully, she didn't find that amusing. Margo looked worried.

'I think it's absolutely normal, like I said before." Margo said.

'Anyways, I managed to play it cool. We had a brief exchange after which I left." Margo, thinking that was it all, looked a little disappointed. 'But not after he told me to meet him there by two tomorrow." It was my turn to smile.

Margo looked like she was proud of me, I was proud of me too.

'Are you going?" Margo asked. I thought she must be crazy for that question. Isn't the answer obvious? Isn't it written all over me? Does my anxiety not carry it enough?

But really, would it be smart to?