It was hard to believe that they had found us. We were supposed to be hidden by both Luca and Russell. How did this happen?
"Where's Luca?" I looked to Kassandra. Her brow furrowed.
"I have no idea who you're talking about." She answered.
"Yes you do." Aurora's voice broke through the blanket.
"Oh, the boy with the Italian accent?" she asked quite innocently but her eyes said otherwise.
"Yes." Aurora pushed herself out of the blanket and Solomon's arms. Her skin, once beautiful, was now almost seventy-five percent covered in scars coming from the day we opted to step out of the boundaries of the building and into the sunlight.
"Where is he?" she snarled. "He needs to be protected along with Russell."
"Why does he matter?" She snarled back.
"They are here and they will kill them." She growled and I saw Kassandra stiffen. Aurora stepped forward and closer to Kassandra than they both wanted. I saw her lips move but the words escaping her mouth were not audible. She then stepped away from Kassandra. It looked like Kassandra was contemplating something.
"He's with one of the drifters behind that door." She nodded her head to a metal door on the first floor.
"Elsie, Edwin, Blythe Christopher, go get him." She gripped Solomon like a crutch. I looked worriedly back to her then progressed to the door where Luca was currently playing a game of poker with two males. The first looked rather scruffy and the immortality made his appearance look that much nicer. The second was rather attractive yet he had a pompous air about him.
"Is everything alright?" he looked up from the game
"Allegra…" I said and his face went slack. The then progressed to say something in Italian while he hastily stood up and pushed his way to us and passed us. He was in a mad dash to the doors and he disregarded the several hands reaching to grab him.
I felt a vision coming along and it hit me like a bullet. The man that was currently outside with Allegra was coming in and in one of his hands was a weakened Allegra. He dragged her into the decrepit building and tore her a part in front of us then began to attack Russell and—
I was torn away from the vision. I looked to Luca who had stopped in his tracks. I looked into his hard dark eyes. He shifted his jaw and I noticed his lip tremble.
"Luca, they're here. The people who sent her to you." I pleaded causing him to stop.
"How do you know that?" he demanded.
"I—" I didn't know what to say.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?" he shouted. His voice broke. He needed her. I envied them. I wanted someone to act this way for me. To protect me. To love me.
"How do you know that?" he asked again taking a long step toward me. His face was so close to mine I could feel and smell the hot sweet breath that escaped from between his lips. I opened my mouth but words could not escape them.
His mouth turned into a snarl and his palms snapped to my temples; his fingers wrapping themselves in my hair. I felt the full wave of his ability. It was something like Aros, reading the mind of someone through touch with one difference: an immense and crippling pain.
When he went through each and every memory, it was like he was scraping away at my memories and brain with a sharpened ice-cream scoop. I dropped to my knees, my legs unable to hold my body currently shaking in agony. At last I felt him move to the things I tried to lock away from everyone—including myself.
I heard Aurora gasp as she, too, saw these thoughts for what sounded like the first time: envy toward everyone else. Always happy. Always with someone. Never lonely. They never spent more than a century with out someone. My own sister, the vision of perfection, was even with someone. Someone who was willing to protect someone. My coven, for as long as I had known them, had never been alone. Russell. He even had someone. He had Kassandra.
Loneliness. Unbearable loneliness that matched the pain from Luca's hold against my scalp. I didn't want to live with it anymore.
At last, with trembling hands, Luca let me go. His breath was short and he stepped away from me.
"I-I'm sorry." He breathed. He sounded like he wasn't in front of me, more like he was in a different room hidden behind a door. All I knew was that I wanted to cry. I felt my heart breaking as I sat on the floor. I rested my head in my hands and sobbed.