Continuing Rayne’s POV
After I’ve read about six books in the library, I head back to Margaret’s room to end this. She needs to understand that no matter how much she’s hopelessly devoted to Harver, he’s MINE.
I walk into her room and find the mess I made cleaned up. I’m disappointed for a second that the mess isn’t here. Then I figure out that Margaret is outside with MY boyfriend.
“Look, I don’t like you. I’m sorry, it’s just the way it is.” I tell Margaret, carefully choosing my words. Margaret has the power to control emotions, but she only uses it when she wants something. If I make her angry, she’ll just simply put me under her spell. She pouts.
“I understand.” She says, in a calm voice. “It’s just, couldn’t you give me another chance? Please?” I sigh heavily.
“I’m sorry. I can’t give you anymore chances because I’m with Rayne. She probably wouldn’t even like that I’m talking to you.” I say. Margaret’s face grows angry.
“So now she’s controlling you? God, what did she do to make you want that mere human over ME? Look at me Harver. I’m beautiful, brainy, and better than her. Just admit it. And if we were together, we could rule more than just this. We could rule the other vampire kingdoms! Think about it Harver!” She pulls on the collar of my shirt with her finger. I gulp. She’s trying to control my emotions towards her.
“I love Rayne, Margaret. Not you. I don’t need any other vampire kingdom but this one. Just go, and stop trying to toy with my emotions.”
“You mean like she’s toying with yours? She’s just tugging you along. I can kill her, so you can stop babysitting her. I’ll even share. And you know I never share. Then you’ll know you want me. Not her.”
“Stop!” I roar at Margaret, but she doesn’t seem to care. “You will not lay a finger on Rayne, or else.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’m scared out of my mind, Harver. Really and truly I am. Just think about it. You, me, and our child…”
“Child? I would never have a child with you.” She smirks.
“Then why do we have one?” My eyes grow wide with fear.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you remember five years back? We had Alexandra. I just didn’t want to ruin your life by telling you.” Five years ago. When we were together.
“Yep. She’s a cutie, too. She’s got blonde curls like mine, and eyes like yours.” She points to my eyes while saying that.
“And you never decided to tell me?” She pouts.
“Of course not.”
“Then why are you saying something now?”
“Because she needs a father, Harver, silly.” Something fills my blood. I don’t know what. It wasn’t fear, relief, or anger. What was it?
“Then where is she?” I ask, my voice shaky.
“Home, of course! I couldn’t bring her with me, now could I?” She smiling.
“Show me her, then.” I say, my teeth grinding. She smirks.
“Not before you get rid of your little human girl. When she’s gone, you can see Alexandra.” And now she’s making me choose. Alexandra, a daughter I never knew, or my soul mate? And now? Now I feel a small dose of hate.