Chapter 708
Mathew:
“And then Madeline came home with Graham. Do you have any idea how I felt when I saw his fucking face? I was burning from deep within. I wanted to fucking kill him, but I had to tolerate it because—” He paused, taking a deep breath as a big tear rolled down his cheek. “Because I trust Madeline. So no, I’m never betraying my friends.”
He hiccupped and turned away from us.
I looked at Nala. She lowered her gaze in guilt, probably because she had been giving him a very hard time.
Every time he wanted to be alone so he could cope, she would appear out of nowhere and criticize him.
I had seen her around him, and I guessed she was just trying to annoy him.
I didn’t know.
To me, it was adorable.
If she had been doing all that to me, I would have been head over heels for her. Over the past two days, I had watched her annoy him to the highest degree.
“Anyways, I’m gonna go get the herbs from the well. I don’t fucking care what anybody thinks about me,” Ron finished as he walked toward the door.
Neither Nala nor I said anything.
Once he was gone, I turned to Nala with my hands on my waist.
“You’ve been fucking bullying him every day,” I reminded her, and she pouted.
“Well, I was just trying to be there for him so he could get over his pain and maybe find someone else to argue with. I was just trying to distract him.”
The way she spoke, she seemed genuinely worried about him.
“Well, there are other ways to do it, you know,” I said as I pulled a stool in front of her, sat down, and rested my arms on my knees.
“What other ways? You mean by abducting someone?” she remarked.
Then she sighed.
“Look, it is a dangerous thing to do, Mathew. You think turning Lady Eugenia into a monster would be a great idea?” she asked, and I shrugged.
“Honestly, I don’t fucking care about Lady Eugenia. She needs to suffer. She needs people to hate her.”
I reminded her how much Lady Eugenia enjoyed being loved and praised.
“Well, that is att good and dandy until
you realize that the only reason people haven’t been able to get their hands on Madeline is because of the monster sitting in the tree. But if Lady Eugenia turns into one, Madeline will be the first person she attacks.”
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The way she put it, I finally understood what she meant.
“And I’m definitely not saying you’re wrong, though,” I said to her. “I mean, the comment he made about you being the Rogue Princess, it was just out of anger.”
I ran a hand through my hair, fixing it. I didn’t even know why I did that.
“I’ve seen you around. Remember? We used to communicate,” I said, and she nodded.
“Back then, your father and
grandfather were taking care of the rogue community. I had come across you many times you were alwaysrespectful, and I always had a feeling you would become the next Rogue Princess.” I paused,
“But, Nala,” I paused, adjusting myself on the stool. “You need to understand his pain too.”
It was true.
I had seen Nala around before. I had always been fascinated by her.
She was beautiful, cheerful, and someone who would never let you get bored during
a conversation with her.
“His wife was raped.”
As soon as I said those words, Nala closed her eyes and let out a deep, shaky breath.
“I was assaulted by rogues. That is how I first met ” She paused before gulping. “Men from the rogue wilderness attacked me. Baxter and Madeline were the ones who saved me. Then they got revenge for me.”
The moment she started speaking, I felt as if my heart had jumped into my throat.
“Just because + smile doesn’t mean I don’t understand what others are feeling. I just know I have to keep going because what happened to me was not my fault And yes do understand everything that his Luna went through, and I feel for her. That is why I am living on the mountain top with my people, so I can help Madeline, the victim.”
Seeing this side of her made my heart flutter even harder.
Honestly, I didn’t even know how to apologize for suggesting she didn’t understand.
“And,” she said, “you don’t have to feel bad for me. I’m fine.”
I guessed she realized from my silence that I felt extremely bad, so she added that
on her own.
“No, I’m— I’m really sorry,” I apologized.
“And if you are sorry, then untie me,” she added and I narrowed my eyes at her.