After Breaking The Mark His Desperate Chase (Sarah) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 182 

And then there was that thing about some vision. 

What were they talking about? A vision where he saw the dress I was wearing? 

It must’ve held some importance otherwise the others wouldn’t have bristled the moment e word made it passed Raizel’s lips. Violet who was still in my arms squirmed until I set her down– uncomfortable with the emotions her little senses were picking up. She felt the gravity of our conversation weigh on her and felt the need to detach herself to scurry off to the far side of the room. Xavier, who also felt the tension, was not too far off as he waddled after his sister. Or, at least, who I assumed was his sister. The identical slope of their noses and shape of their faces was a dead give away. 

I look around the room. Everyone’s expressions and stances held the same air of weighty rigidness. Stefan was the first to break the tension. He looked between Raizel and I with caution before his eyes darted to the dress. Like his son, he stared at the article of clothing warily. He was just a bit better in hiding it, though. 

“Son, are you sure?” 

Stefan asks slowly, doubt dripping heavily from each word. He curls his hand around Laura’s. Dark eyes search mine in wonder, alarm and a hint of something I hadn’t thought I’d ever see from the former Ignis Red Alpha. 

Hope. 

Laura presses her lips together, chewing the inside of her cheek in thought and frowned. The earlier uncertainty in her gaze was still there but she pushes aside any stray thoughts. She looked every bit apprehensive at what Raizel had said. 

“You were only ten, dear. It’s possible your mind is playing tricks on you-” 

“No, that’s not it.” 

Raizel shakes his head, his hands tight wrapped around my wrists. He looks as though he couldn’t bear the idea of anyone thinking he was misunderstanding this. As if it physically pained him for someone to question what he so deeply believed was true. Whatever that 

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‘what was. 

The lodged determination and certainty in his tone had a rough but sure edge to it. He left no room for argument even when everyone else in the room seemed keen on telling him 

otherwise. 

“I’m certain. I can’t mistake it. There’s simply no way I ever could.” 

His brows tilt down, eyes narrowing at the floor as he tried making sense of everything in is head. I could see the cogs in his mind turning. The words he wanted to say was lost in his mind as the only thing he found himself doing was reaching up to caress my cheek. Almost in awestruck wonder, he brushes his thumb across my cheekbone and smiles. I couldn’t figure out what was going on in his mind for the life of me. From the looks of it, he wasn’t sure what was going on either. 

“What are you talking about?” 

I ask softly, leaning into his touch. I didn’t want to set him off by saying the wrong thing, but my curiosity was getting the best of me. From what he said, I guess I looked like the silhouette he was chasing in his vision. That was the only thing I caught onto. 

I continued resting my cheek into his palm, feeling the tension in his body begin to uncurl its hold on him. No words were needed to be said to show that he needed comfort. The pain stricken expression on his face was enough to say a thousand words. Pain for what? I don’t know, but was desperate to find out. 

He looks at me perplexed. He wasn’t sure what or how to say the things in mind. So he drops his hand from my cheek, fingertips trailing down my arm until he intertwines our 

hands together. 

“She doesn’t know?” 

Stefan asks with a frown. He looks between us, not noticing the slight look of displeasure on his mate’s face at the thought. 

Raizel only gives a stiff shake of his head in return; the gesture almost unnoticeable if not for my focus being directed at him. At this, Stefan sighs, shooting me a small smile before looking at the rest of the group. He straightens up, circling his arm around Laura’s waist and pulls her close. He says something into her ear -to which she nods- before letting go of her completely. He returns to look at the rest, 

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