413: HIS SOLACE

HIS SOLACE

Cane didn't know that he could hate something this intense, but then he didn't know where to direct this hatred to. Was it because the sight of Sofia that triggered something he wanted to burry and didn't want to remember again? Or, was it how everything around him felt so suffocating?

He felt so much anger and hatred in his heart and wanted to destroy everything around him. He wanted to kill someone, anyone, to squench his murderous desire. He wanted that person to die a miserable death and torn their flesh bit by bit, hearing them screaming in agony, so they would know his suffering. 

He played it in his mind, how he would kill this faceless someone, until he felt Iris's arms wrapped around his body and cradled him into her warm embrace. 

Her steady heartbeat was akin to a blanket that douse his dark side with a piece of peace that he craved. He held onto her so tightly, because he didn't want to be that person in his head right now. 

Cane didn't want to completely lose himself in the amidst of his revenge and killed someone only for his own satisfaction alone. That was not someone he wanted to be. 

"Iris…" Cane called her name, squeezed his eyes shut and held onto her like she was his only way to keep his conscience intact. 

Meanwhile, Iris kept holding him tightly in her arms, while patting his stiff shoulders and caressed his head. She tried to ease the tension and desperately wanted to reach him, because she felt like he was slipping from her. 

She gave him small kisses on the top of his head, just like how he used to do it with her, hoping this would help him come back to her from whatever nightmare he was in. 

Gradually, Cane became a little bit relax and his breathing even out, as he fell asleep in her arms. 

He was akin to a child, who was having a bad dream, holding tightly to the only person, who he thought could give him protection. 

It was a little bit odd, since he was the strongest one between them two, yet he looked for shelter from her. His solace…

Cane finally got some peace, after all the turmoil in his head and mind that he tried to hide it from the world. It took him three hours to finally wake up and by that time, it was almost lunch and Iris's arms had turned numb. 

"You should put me down," Cane said with a frown, while Iris was whimpering when he massaged her numb arms. 

"It didn't cross my mind," Iris said meekly. She didn't want to put him down on the bed, because she liked to hold him, yet she overestimated her endurance. Cane's body was, no doubt, heavy, but she like the heaviness. 

Cane looked helpless to hear that. "Better?" Iris nodded. "Let's find something to eat." He glanced at the sun that was already so high. Jace and Ethan must have entertained alpha Dristan when he did not appear for breakfast. 

He caught a glimpse of a tray of food on the table when Iris moved to get some. His eyes turned violent to see it. 

"Let's find something to eat," Cane repeated what he said and pulled Iris to her feet, before she could get something from the tray. 

"But, someone brought us breakfast." She pointed the tray. 

"It's cold already." And before Iris could protest, he pecked her lips, which conveniently silenced her, and took her hand. 

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Aria was already close to six months, her stomach looked so big, as you could see the movement of the baby inside of her, yet her body was still slim and her cheeks were hollow. She was always wearing loose dress, because she didn't like the sight of her pregnant belly. She hated the thing inside of her. 

She hated the baby, knowing it was not the seed of the man she loved. She loathed herself for still having this pitiful feeling for the man, who had killed her. 

Aria remembered her helpless state and how he gave her a death sentence. She remembered the rope around her neck and her desperation to catch a glimpse of him before she left the world, leaving her bleeding heart to ache for the last time. 

But then, he didn't show up. He didn't even want to see her for the last time. After all they had gone through, after all she had done for him, after all she had to endure… he didn't show up to see her, until she breathed her last. 

"Lady, do you want me to call master?" Letto asked. He was a young boy around the age of seventeen and was extremely loyal to Dexter, but right now, his main task was to focus on Aria. 

Aria stared at him without saying anything. She hated them. She was an aggregation of hatred and bitterness, filling with grudge and hostility. 

"Yes, tell him I need his blood." His voice was so cold and her eyes were so red, the color of blood. 

"Yes, yes…" Letto said with a sweet smile. "The baby should be born around three months now, the baby would be a healthy and a happy baby."

Healthy and happy? 

Aria scoffed. Could she call this as a baby when this thing was conceived by dark magic and was carried by a, supposed to be, a dead mother?

Whatever it was, she wanted her revenge and if this thing called a baby could give her that, just like what Dexter told her, she would carry it to its term.  2

And the baby moved in her stomach. 

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"What is it?" Cane asked when Iris suddenly turned around and stopped walking, she searched something. He also turned around, but couldn't see anything that caught her attention. 

"Nothing." Iris rubbed her nape unconsciously. She was not sure what was she felt a moment ago. It was an ominous feeling that lasted just for a brief second…

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