Chapter 310:
“How did you do that? Is there a technique?” I asked eagerly, my curiosity getting the best of me.
“It’s nothing. Even my son can do it,” she replied casually.
She hadn’t finished speaking when the boy tossed two rocks across the river. They landed exactly like the first one.
“That’s impressive,” I said, giving the boy a high-five before turning back to look at the woman. “Who are you? I don’t think I know you. You don’t look familiar.”
Despite being strangers, I felt an undeniable pull toward them. Their aura was warm and inviting, and they gave me no reason to feel afraid.
“My name is Ivy,” she said with a soft smile. “I was the triplets’ Luna.”
Aurora
Partially paralyzed by shock, my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as I stared at the strange woman, as if she had sprouted two heads.
Was I hearing things?
If she was Ivy, then she was supposed to be dead. Ivy had drowned in the river during the war.
“You are…” I tried to speak, but my shaky voice failed me, making me gasp for breath.
For the next few minutes, the wind grew violent, and goosebumps spread across my body. Fear gripped my heart.
I had been talking to a ghost all this time.
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“And your son?” I whispered, my voice so low that I thought she might not hear me.
She gave me a pitiful look before her eyes drifted to her son. Her gaze was filled with a myriad of emotions—sadness, anger, pain.
I recognized that look. It unlocked a flood of memories in my mind.
I would never forget the day Damon had thrown me out of the castle, even though I was innocent. Courtesy of Rosa.
She swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “Yes. He’s dead.”
“You’re not real then,” I argued, frantically pointing between the two of them. “No, calm down…”
“You’re just in my head, messing with it. Get out of my head!” I screamed, scrambling backward away from them.
I could feel myself inching closer to the river the more I moved.
Panic surged within me, and my hands flew to my chest as I struggled to breathe.
“Don’t be afraid, Aurora,” a soothing voice, as smooth as the gentle flow of water, whispered.
A part of me believed her, but another part was terrified. “Trust me, Aurora. I won’t hurt you,” she assured me, her face softening into a gentle smile.
“It’s okay, Aurora, take my hand,” the boy said, stretching his tiny fingers towards me.
I hesitated at first, but when I saw his charming smile, I released my hands and gently clasped his.
“You’re so cute,” I found myself saying, cupping his chubby cheeks in my hands.
“Can I call you Awowa?” he asked, his eyes wide with innocence. A laugh nearly escaped me as I watched him struggle to pronounce my name.
