Since River has been old enough to ask, his father has brain-washed into believing that he's unworthy of any sort of love. Especially from his long-awaited, fated mate. He has no future, just an awaited rejection and a continued life of abuse. All t...
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"There's always a wild side to an innocent face."
Chapter 26
River's POV
Lavender. Perfumed flowers.
Red, pink, purple...
I sat beside a rose bush. Fingers brushing lightly against red petals.
So soft.
A slip of a hand, a mind wandering in multiple directions, I felt as my finger pricked briefly on a sharp thorn. A line of red fluid ran down my finger. I should have wiped it away, but I couldn't help but watch silently as the fluid ran a crimson race down my finger and past my wrist.
So beautiful like melted ruby.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
Red drops landed on a nearby dandelion, painting the once white petals in a bright red. Innocence being violated in a passionate red.
"River?" A soft voice called.
I gasped, pulling my eyes from its morbid transfixion.
What was I doing?
"River?" This time closer, soft padding against green grass.
I pivoted my head slightly, taking in Isaiah's form approaching from behind a flowing fountain.
He smiled brightly as he bent to sit down only to gasp as his eyes landed on my bloody hand. I was tempted to hide it behind back, but that would be childish, not to mention suspicious.
He took my hand in his as he eyed it up and down.
"What did you do?!"
"I pricked my finger on a thorn," I tried to play nonchalance.
"Your finger?" He looked at my finger, eyeing the wound, "Why is your whole hand bloody if you merely pricked your finger?"
I found a fascination watching it drip down my hand.
I merely shrugged.
"Come," he stood up, lifting me up by my arm, "Michael should look at it and put a cleaning liquid on it."
"No," he raised a brow, "I-I mean, I don't want to bother Michael. It's not a big deal. I have some cleaning fluids in my room."
"Okay," he dropped my arm from his hold, "If you claim so."
"I-I'll see you around," I rushed out, climbing the stairs back to the entrance.
"Rive-"
"Izzy!" Derek's voice interrupted as he ran from the direction of the courtyard, eyes transfixed on Isaiah's form.
