Chapter 132
Axton POV
We left the boys with Eli and Michelle, knowing having to get them will only slow us down. Elena is a
nervous wreck beside me, and all she has done is panic, conjuring up the worst-case scenario. What if
the strigoi got Sondra? Or her father came back for revenge, or what if Osiris is behind it?
Yet I have a feeling Sondra is missing because she chose to go missing; the strong old bat takes shit
from nobody, so I doubt if someone came after her, she would go quietly.
“She may have ducked into town,” I tell Elena, and she nods, staring off vacantly out the window. Her
bottom lip quivers, and she presses her top teeth against it.
“Elena, we’ll find her. Marco has gone to check themune. We can check in town; she is probably at
the bakery, eating all the cupcakes,” I try to reassure her, and she turns her head to look at
“She’s dying, Axton,” she answers, and I swallow. Yeah, Marco had said something about taking care
of her, but she looked okay thest time I saw her.
“We’ll find her,” I answer. We have to; I don’t think Elena will cope not knowing.
“Don’t go to the bakery. Go to Mary’s cafe,” Elena whispers, and I nce at her. I nod my head, taking
the next turn to head down the main street of the small derelict town.
Pulling up along the curb, I don’t see her car anywhere or any sign of her. Elena gets out to check the
old cafe, letting herself in with a
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set of keys. She pauses at the door, and I stop on my way to the bakery to watch her. Her hands shake
as she tries to get the key in the lock. Fear slivers through the bond, yet she is determined to find
Sondra also. Forgetting the bakery, I walk over to her and grab the key from her hand. She nces
over her shoulder at me, and I brush my lips against her cheek and unlock the door.
“You don’t have to go in there. I will check it out,” I tell her. Elena, however, shakes her head.
Pushing the door open, Elena sucks in a deep breath. “How do you have a key,” I ask her, and she
sighs, ncing at me.
“Sondra bought this ce for Mary, turns out Jake never bought it, so once her death certificate was in
the ce, it was handed back to Sondra, who in turn gave it to me.”
“And you kept it?” I ask, a little shocked. She sighs, stepping inside further, and my stomach drops,
feeling her anguish. “Have you been back here… you know, since?” I stop myself, only now realizing
how much this ce torments her.
“No, it’s why Sondra gave it to me, she wanted me to burn it down, yet I couldn’t bring myself to step
inside it,” she whispers while looking up at the ceiling of the apartment above.
The ce is pretty much empty, though the fridges are full of old fizzy drinks and outdated milk. Other
than that, my men had cleaned the ce pretty good.
Elena stops near the basement door that is ajar and nces at me. “Want me to check?” I ask, and
she nods her head. Nodding once, I quickly rush down the stairs to the pitch-ck basement, my vision
adjusting as Khan steps forward. We peer around the ce, and I walk to the back, calling out for
Sondra but don’t find her. However, I do find the cage that Mary and Alisha were both kept in. Turning
around, I head back upstairs to find Elena, only she is no longer in the shop, yet I can feel she is close
by, so I pull on the bond, using it to find her.
Climbing the stairs out in the back area, I see the apartment door open and rush up to find her.
Stepping inside, it feels like deja vu when I spot her. She holds the same look on her face. Back then, I
thought she was petrified of me finding her shacked up with. another man. Now seeing the same
expression, I recognize it for what it is. This ce, her prison for so long. Something I used time and
time again against her.
It is exactly the same as all those months ago, and I kind of regret not getting my men to clear it out. As
I wander over to her, she is staring at the bed. I slip my arms around her waist, tugging her back
against me.
“She’s not here,” Elena says, and I nod against her shoulder. Noticing the chains and cuffs on the bed,
I swallow guiltily. Khan had tried to tell me, but I was angry; I only believed what I wanted to believe and
chose her father’s words over my mates.
Instead of helping her, I hurt her more. “Sondra once said that some things she wanted to take to her
grave,” Elena murmurs.
I turn my head on her shoulder. “This is one of mine,” she whispers.
“Well, you know the saying, two can keep a secret if one is dead. Jake is dead, Elena,” I tell her, but
she shakes her head.
“No, he’s not because he is seared into my memories. He got the easy way out. He took it to the grave
while I live with it,” she murmurs.
“But you get to live, Elena. He hurt you, but-”
“He did more than hurt me, Axton. He broke me.” she croaks. Her lips quiver and the bond feels as
broken as the words sounded leaving her lips.
“Then I’ll rebuild you, help put you back together again. It’s my fault you were here anyway. You
wouldn’t have run if I hadn’t leaked that video.”
“You were angry I rejected you,” she tells me with a sigh.
“That’s still no excuse for hurting someone I im to love; I should have listened to Khan; I was just so
focused on my ns to take down your father, too focused on my dreams, I forgot you would have
them too,” I tell her. She nods her head but adds nothing, and she doesn’t need to.
I know she’s forgiven me. I can feel it; I just hope she can forgive herself. Because right now, all I feel is
her guilt. She feels guilty because she ran, but what option did she truly have? Guilt over Alisha, but
how was she supposed to know her best friend was a vamp? Guilt for allowing it and not fighting back,
all those things. y on her mind, yet now sensing her thoughts so clearly. I realize she was doing the
best she could with the hand she was dealt.
Unfortunately, that meant allowing some things to protect others, and now I see why she didn’t try to
run, the risk to Alisha and our sons outweighed the risk to herself. Her sanity, her body, and her heart
was a sacrifice she could live with. Losing them, she couldn’ t. So she yed along and… prayed I
woulde to save her. Instead, I broke her all over again.
“Come on, we should find Sondra,” she breathes out, turning and walking out of the apartment. I follow,
closing the door behind me when cigarette smoke wafts at me. Elena looks back at me before rushing
down the steps to the back of the cafe. Following her, she steps out the back of the store, and I spot
Sondra sitting in a green
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weathered stic chair. She has a smoke between her lips. Yet she is deathly pale, her skin mmy,
and sweat glistens on her neck and forehead.