Chapter 77: Found his mate.
Elena Wilson
We were in her room together, I was standing, resting my back against the wall while Cali was sitting on her bed. I looked around the room, remembering this was my room for the three months I stayed in Hill town.
"What happened?." I asked her. She looked sober but hesitated to say something. "If you can't tell Stefan about it, you have to tell me everything because only what you tell me right now is gonna help me in the future. You have to trust me." I said.
"I do not trust you, I don't know if you're really Elena. Maybe you could be Abigail, acting up. I'm still not satisfied." She stated flatly.
I nodded and bent down my head, I pulled off my fake eyes and looked at her. She was looking convincely at me, "Not enough?." I asked and turned back. I raised my hair slacking on my back to reveal my mark.
I could feel her stand up and walk towards me, she ran her hands on my mind and quickly I felt that tingling sensation. I looked back in amusement, "He's coming alive." I said.
"Yes. He has started to remember you." My stomach fluttered with joy. "But he hasn't come out of darkness. You have to break the wall and the only way you're gonna do that is to complete your mating bond."
"How do you complete a bond?." I questioned. There was hope for us. "Sex with him."
A knock at the door made the both of us look at the door and then at each other. "Make the bed." She said and started walking back to the door. I turned to the already made bed and pulled off the sheets, then started making it again.
"Lord Stefan asked me to bring her maid." A voice said. How the fuck did he get to know that i am here?. "Give me a minute." Cali said and closed the door.
"I heard." I said.
"We'll talk about it more when I get to see you again." She said while I started walking towards the door, I opened the door and walked out.
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The guard stopped in front of his door and opened it for me. I walked in and the door was closed up. Stefan was on his bed with a pen and paper sketching, he didn't look up.
"What were you doing with Cali?." He asked. "She asked me to come arrange her room."
There was silence.
"Does it have to be my personal maid?." He asked and then dropped the paper on the bed. "I was less busy so I had to attend to her."
He shakes his head, "You were less busy." He mumbled and stepped out of the bed.
"You are my maid. You are mine." He stated flatly with a deep frown across his lips. The way he pronounced 'mine' got me smiling. Before he could notice me smiling, I put on a serious look.
"Since you're not busy, you will stay with me all the time till I ask you to go back to your quarters." I raised my brow at that, "Do you understand?." He asked and I bowed. "As you like, my lord."
He turned and walked into his bathroom while I breathed out relieved that there wasn't any problem at all. My eyes went on the bed and I saw what he was sketching on the paper.
"He's really good." I mumbled. He was drawing a lady, but hadn't completed what he was doing. I didn't know he could sketch this well.
"What're you doing?." I heard him ask behind. My heart flew and I quickly dropped the paper on the bed and bowed. I heard him chuckling, "No. You don't have to do that. Come on, sit over there." He said. I was surprised..
I confusedly sat on his cushion looking at him. I didn't know what he was doing.. He walked towards the bed, took up his drawing tools and sat opposite me. It dawned on me what he was doing. He wants to sketch me.
He looked at me for a moment and dropped his tools beside him. He walked to me on the cushion and bent down. Our faces were so close that we were starting to feel each other's breath.
I savored up his cologne and admired his fine sculptured face. He looked really like a Greek god with his fine features. "You look like I've known you all my life. Are you really Abigail?." He asked lowly. I cleared my throat and looked down on his polo.
He slowly moved my hair behind and I could feel the tip of his finger touching our mark slightly. I felt that electriculating spark and he quickly pulled out his hand.
"What was that?." He asked and slowly turned my back. He was stunned at what he saw, his eyes never leaving my neck.
"Mine."
He's found out about the mark. He could tell Aaron and probably, his dad might hear that the chosen one is probably hiding in his town as a maid. You're so stupid. How could you let him know about your mark?.
"How is it possible?." He asked himself and walked back to the bed.
"Don't look at me, let me think." He ordered and I looked away. What could he be thinking?. To talk to his dad?. Oh shut up, he won't talk to his dad, he was never close to him.
"Did you know about this?." He asked me. I nodded…"For how long?." He asked again. I didn't speak a word.
"Abby.." He called lowly..that name. Abby, in my dreams. Oh, shit. Is this what you can think of now?.
"You've known about this for… Oh my god, have you been completely honest with me?." He almost yelled and raked his hand through his hair, ruffling it in the process. Speaking of honesty?, he has been living with lies for the past few months.