Chapter 168
Chapter 168
Nyssa pov
“What are you doing?! Open the door, open it! You locked me in, damnit!” I screamed, yanking at the doorknob, trying desperately to open it, but no matter how hard I pulled, it wouldn’t budge.
It was locked tight and maybe it was because the door strength against it, the more my hands began to sti
actually silver, one of the few things that affected werewolves but the more fused my turning red as if the door itself were retaliating against me for forcing it.
“Are you there? Can you hear me? Why would you–fuck, it
view, I grimaced at how raw and red they looked, almost cried out, cutting myself off as I tore my hands away from the door. Lifting them into
twincin
at the sight before stumbling back a step, staring at the door with a flicker of fear.
Something told me the silver wasn’t there for decoration. It was a weapon, a defense meant to keep intruders out… or maybe to trap someone in.
My lips pressed into a frown as I narrowed my gaze on my reddened hands, watching as they slowly healed and returned to normal. Letting out a shaky breath, I dragged a hand through my hair, pressing the other against my forehead as I bit my bottom lip, my cheeks flushed pink with fluster.
What was going on? Why did she bring me here only to lock me inside?
She had said Darius wanted to see me, but I wasn’t foolish enough not to realize she’d been lying. And now I was trapped here with practically no way of
escape…
Wait–the window.
I spun around, searching for one, but to my surprise there wasn’t a single window in sight. Not even one.
The room was nothing but walls, a bare floor, and those covered paintings.
That maid… why had she really brought me here? What was her plan? Now that I thought about it, she had never once lifted her head. And even though I’d caught a glimpse of her face, the way she kept it bowed the entire time we walked suddenly felt far too suspicious, almost as if she hadn’t wanted me to see who she really was.
“Shit, it feels like I’ve been set up,” I muttered under my breath, recognizing the pattern a little too well.
In my past life, it had been like this too, tricks Aria would play to get me in trouble with Kieran. I had grown used to it, but now that Aria wasn’t here, I had let my guard down.
But no matter how much I wanted to curse myself for being careless, I didn’t have the time.
If the maid brought me here, then it meant something was about to happen and I needed to get out, fast.
“Sheila. Sheila, can you hear me?” I called out, reopening the connection between us. But she stayed silent.
My brows knit together as I tried again.
“Sheila, can you hear me? I need your help, we’ve been trapped here and I don’t feel good about this. Something feels wrong. Can you hear me?”
Still no answer. My hands clenched into fists, my frown deepening.
“Sheila, why aren’t you responding? Don’t tell me it’s because you’re mad I cut the connection earlier. Is that it?”
Nothing.
“If that’s the reason, then I apologize, okay? But now’s not the time to be upset. We need to find a way out of here before it’s too late.
Silence. I almost screamed in frustration until I heard it.
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Her voice—faint, shaky, and breathless.
“Go forward, Nyssa,” she whispered.
1 froze, my entire body stiffening at the sound. At how low and broken it was.
“W–what?” I whispered under my breath in confusion, but she spoke again, this time, a little louder.
“Go forward, Nyssa. The painting-” her voice dropped again, softer, “Check it.”
My eyes widened at her words, and my gaze flicked to the countless paintings around the room. Before I even realized what I was doing, before I could wrap my head around it, my feet moved.
Slowly.
As though I were being controlled by something unseen. A shaky breath slipped from me as I took one step, then another, and another… until I was standing in the very center of the room, surrounded by the veiled paintings.
My heart pounded so hard I could hear its echo in my ears.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My body trembled, a shiver racing down my spine. The air grew thin, heavy, suffocating, until my breaths came quick and shallow.
And in that moment, the world seemed to stop… then I heard a voice.
One that didn’t belong to Sheila.
It was another voice, distant as if carried from another time, static, broken, almost inaudible.
“Remember him…”
A sharp gasp escaped me as I spun toward the sound, but there was no one there.
No one except me.
“Remember who he is to you.”
The voice echoed again, louder this time, sharper.
I turned again, desperate to find the source, but the room was empty.
And then, it happened.
A sudden wind erupted, sweeping through the room—strong, heavy, overwhelming.
עוד
I inhaled a sharp breath, baffled at how it was possible since the windows were shut and there was nowhere the wind could come from. But I couldn’t even process it because I heard the voice again, only this time, it echoed without stopping.
“Remember who he is to you.”
“Remember who he is to you.”
“Remember who he is to you.”
At that moment, the familiar force I had always known slammed into me, but this time it was harder, as though it was trying to tear me apart, as though it was retaliating against something.
“Remember who he is to you!!!”
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“Ahhh!” I screamed in pain, and at that exact moment, the white veits covering the paintings began to pull away. When my gaze landed on the pictures every hair on my body stood on end.
They were paintings of a beautifu
Iwoman in different positions.
Standing and smiling at the sunset.
Laying on the grass with her eyes closed.
Running through the fields.
On the bed with a white blanket wrapped over her body.
Every single painting around me was of that woman.
A woman I had seen before.
In my dreams.
The one who had been pierced by a dagger.
The one who whispered those words…
“Remember who he is to you.”
I froze in disbelief, a single tear slipping down my cheek as my eyes stayed glued to the picture, unable to look away.
How… why…
Why was she here?
Despite the fact that my brain felt as though it was on the verge of exploding, and my body as though it was about to collapse, I took a step toward one of the paintings. As I did, I reached out my trembling hand, about to touch it but before I could, I heard it.
This time, it was a different voice. Different words.
“Even though your body might forget, your soul still wants
s you to remember.”
A shiver ran straight down my spine the instant I heard it, and the world seemed to freeze again.
That voice… that presence.
I turned sharply toward it, and there she stood at the farthest corner of the
Sandra?
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room with a smile, her white eyes gleaming bright as they bored into me.
No. It wasn’t Sandra.
That overwhelming presence could belong to only one person.
