Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 218

208-My Kind Is Trapped.

What?" Reign looked like she was going to break down. I noticed the formation of mist in her eyes. It was a mist of tears.

I am so sorry. I pouted, feeling her pain because nobody wants to be betrayed by their own blood.

"Maybe there was something wrong with the powder. Besides, it was a nightmare, so there is no reality in that. The nightmares arise from our fears," she shrugged, giving herself excuses at this point.

You are right. I am sure that's what happened," I said, not wanting to freak her out because she looked terrified at the moment.

"Anyway," she took a deep breath and got up from the chair.

"You don't want me to get you anything?" I asked, following her out of my seat.

"Oh, no! There will be no need forthat. I will just head back to school now," she said anxiously, but I could tell the truth she wanted from me had unsettled her.

"Okay! Have a good day," I whispered, feeling guilty for being in a situation where she had to learn about her fate from me.

Or maybe not.

It could be just a nightmare, and a nightmare indeed it was.

She rushed out of the café, and I had to follow her just to make sure she didn't trip and hurt herself. That's when I saw Maddox watching her get into the car in tears. He looked over at me and placed his hands on his waist, maybe guessing that I told her something that had upset her.

"Oh!" I sighed at him and walked back into the café. My attention went back to the lady near the window, staring outside and probably enjoying the rain.

It didn't look like that, though. Her comments from earlier intrigued me into having a word with her.

Never knew an earthquake would bring rain." I joked, reaching her and acting causal.

"It does not," she responded. "But that wasn't the earthquake we feel normally," she uttered, turning to me and finally smiling.

"Then what was it?" I inquired with a mild smile on my lips, making sure I didn’t trigger her.

"It was the sign of their arrival.' She stated and shook her head at some thoughts occurring.

"Whose arrival?" I asked, struggling to keep the smile intact on my lips.

"These natural disasters! You know, they were quite a trouble back when the great war was happening." She started talking as she looked outside again. I made sure there were not many customers around, and then I sat down with her from across the table.