Helanie:
"Azura, even if he did not remember who everyone else was, he knew he was killing someone to bring someone back, didn’t he?" Norman grunted, his fist clenched. This was something I had told him.
"No. The part of him that was human was gone—or almost gone. He was scared of everyone. He thought everyone was out to get him. And because I had angrily cursed him when dying, he only remembered me. So for him, it was like finding someone, or bringing back the only person he could feel a connection with. It was like an animal killing all the other animals just to bring back its own pair. He didn’t understand. He had no compassion, nothing. And he brought me back out of misery, out of the curse, not because he wanted to. He was probably losing his mind being alone. And since he only remembered me, that was the only thing he could do," she argued. Her fists clenched as she walked past Kaye and Maximus to reach Norman.
"And what did you say? It was my fault that I went out? Sure, it was my fault. But your brother attacked me. How are you going to stand here and act so righteous, talking about, ’Oh, Emmet was going to kill a human. Emmet was going to kill someone,’ when you are the one who defends and protects his monster of a brother who killed me?" Azura pointed at her chest and screamed, "You’re a hypocrite, Norman. Just a hypocrite."
That was when I shoved her hand off Norman’s chest, her hand that she was pointing with, and stormed between them.
"Don’t you dare tell my husband that he is not allowed to grieve," I grunted. "As for Maximus, he didn’t know either. He attacked you, just like you said. Emmet had no memory. Maximus has no memory. He attacked you because you came out. And then you survived. You were in the hospital. Nobody knows how you got out and went into that well. So don’t say Maximus killed you. You were killed because you left the hospital out of your own stubbornness. It’s all about you—your stubbornness."
This was the first time we were having a face-off, and I was screaming in her face, pointing at her. She looked at me like she would rip my head off. But I was sure she wouldn’t dare.
"Well then, let’s just admit, the world we live in is a murky one. If Maximus cannot be held accountable for his actions, neither should Emmet be. Or is it only because the one receiving the pain, on the other end of the pole, was you this time?" She looked me in the eye and raised her brow.
"And if it’s still such a problem, and you all cannot see Emmet here, then it’s better that we leave." I was stunned when she said that.
"No, Azura, you will not make a decision for our brother," Maximus came in front and warned her, pointing a finger at her.
She was just watching us all, breathing so hard that her beauty bones were becoming prominent in her neck.
"It is between us brothers. We fight, we argue, but we don’t leave each other." Norman said. He looked her in the eye, hunching down.
"Really? You call this fighting? You’re accusing him of murder. I’ve seen how you all were looking at him. Do you still believe he should stay among you guys?" she retorted, once again putting forward the idea that Emmet should leave.
"You have no right to talk about what he should and shouldn’t do. I am his mate. I will make the decision. And they are his brothers. They will too," I screamed, getting annoyed that she was stepping in between.
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