Divided Souls (Captured Miracle #3) by Alannah Carbonneau
Authors: Alannah Carbonneau
Tags: Captured Miracle
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the counter and I flinched in shock and fear of the man I loved. “You want to know what’s wrong?” He yelled and I didn’t move. Hell, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even speak. “You’re not supposed to be here!”
As though his words had slapped me, I stepped back. I felt my skin pale as my blood rushed straight from my head to my feet. Sorrow clogged the valves of my bleeding heart and I could have sworn, that I was a mere moment from death. I whispered my demand shakily, “What?”
“I fucking let you go, Nova.” He shook his head and gripped the lip of the counter. His head was bowed between tired shoulders and his arms were shaking. “You’re not supposed to be here. You’re not safe - with me.” He lifted his head and his eyes were shimmering with emotions I never thought, in my wildest dreams that I would see. “I let you go to save you. I let you go to save you and our baby - but you came back.”
“Stop.” I pleaded, moving quickly across the space toward him.
I didn’t know if I was moving toward him to save him, or to save myself. In this moment, none of that mattered, because the truth of it all was that neither Calix, nor I, could exist apart from each other. We are two halves of the same soul - we are one. Despite the demons of our past, the simple fact of it all is that, when push comes to shove, you can’t fight fate. Fate is the mother of all things twisted and dire. She’s the bearer of pain and wrong, but in the wake of such devastations, her talent finds a way bloom something beautiful.
Calix’s parents were always supposed to die by the hands of my father, and revenge was always supposed to thrive in Calix’s blood. He was always supposed to take me - and we were always supposed to fall in love - because this war was one we were always assumed to fight.
When I arrived next to him, I moved with caution between his large body and the unwavering counter he was gripping. Dipping my body beneath one outstretched arm, I positioned my very vulnerable frame between Calix and the counter. I could feel his breath washing over my face as he tried to restrain his angry emotions.
I didn’t consider the monster my husband housed as I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my chest tight to his front, to hold him. I could feel his chest heaving with his every strangled breath and I memorized the unsteady beating of his wild heart. His hands were still on the counter, and I could still feel their trembling as he squeezed his large hands around the granite lip hanging over the cabinetry. I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was calming the rage within Calix.
“You think you were saving me and our baby, Calix, but you weren’t. We weren’t safe. Our baby wasn’t safe - without you.”
“How?” He gritted. “You were with your family - where you should be.”
“ You are my family now, Calix. I love you.”
“How weren’t you safe?” He growled through tightly clenched teeth.
“My father wanted me to abort our baby.” I whispered against his chest - and he froze. “I couldn’t - I wouldn’t.” I shook my head. “But I couldn’t stay there anymore. I refuse to bring my baby, our baby, into a home where there is no love for it. I was leaving, Calix. I told my father that I was leaving. I won’t go back home, so please, please don’t make me leave you. I have no where else to go.” I was crying now, the tears were streaming uncontrollably down my face. “Please. I need you. Our baby needs his Daddy.”
“His?” He whispered and I realized my mistake.
“I don’t know - if it’s a boy or not.”
“But?”
“But it’s a feeling.” I whispered again.
Finally, Calix’s hands uncurled from the granite to then lock on my waist. “A feeling.” He pulled back to look down into my face. “I don’t know how we’re going to fight this war, love. But I do know your father won’t offer his blessing.”
“It doesn’t matter if he gives his
As though his words had slapped me, I stepped back. I felt my skin pale as my blood rushed straight from my head to my feet. Sorrow clogged the valves of my bleeding heart and I could have sworn, that I was a mere moment from death. I whispered my demand shakily, “What?”
“I fucking let you go, Nova.” He shook his head and gripped the lip of the counter. His head was bowed between tired shoulders and his arms were shaking. “You’re not supposed to be here. You’re not safe - with me.” He lifted his head and his eyes were shimmering with emotions I never thought, in my wildest dreams that I would see. “I let you go to save you. I let you go to save you and our baby - but you came back.”
“Stop.” I pleaded, moving quickly across the space toward him.
I didn’t know if I was moving toward him to save him, or to save myself. In this moment, none of that mattered, because the truth of it all was that neither Calix, nor I, could exist apart from each other. We are two halves of the same soul - we are one. Despite the demons of our past, the simple fact of it all is that, when push comes to shove, you can’t fight fate. Fate is the mother of all things twisted and dire. She’s the bearer of pain and wrong, but in the wake of such devastations, her talent finds a way bloom something beautiful.
Calix’s parents were always supposed to die by the hands of my father, and revenge was always supposed to thrive in Calix’s blood. He was always supposed to take me - and we were always supposed to fall in love - because this war was one we were always assumed to fight.
When I arrived next to him, I moved with caution between his large body and the unwavering counter he was gripping. Dipping my body beneath one outstretched arm, I positioned my very vulnerable frame between Calix and the counter. I could feel his breath washing over my face as he tried to restrain his angry emotions.
I didn’t consider the monster my husband housed as I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my chest tight to his front, to hold him. I could feel his chest heaving with his every strangled breath and I memorized the unsteady beating of his wild heart. His hands were still on the counter, and I could still feel their trembling as he squeezed his large hands around the granite lip hanging over the cabinetry. I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was calming the rage within Calix.
“You think you were saving me and our baby, Calix, but you weren’t. We weren’t safe. Our baby wasn’t safe - without you.”
“How?” He gritted. “You were with your family - where you should be.”
“ You are my family now, Calix. I love you.”
“How weren’t you safe?” He growled through tightly clenched teeth.
“My father wanted me to abort our baby.” I whispered against his chest - and he froze. “I couldn’t - I wouldn’t.” I shook my head. “But I couldn’t stay there anymore. I refuse to bring my baby, our baby, into a home where there is no love for it. I was leaving, Calix. I told my father that I was leaving. I won’t go back home, so please, please don’t make me leave you. I have no where else to go.” I was crying now, the tears were streaming uncontrollably down my face. “Please. I need you. Our baby needs his Daddy.”
“His?” He whispered and I realized my mistake.
“I don’t know - if it’s a boy or not.”
“But?”
“But it’s a feeling.” I whispered again.
Finally, Calix’s hands uncurled from the granite to then lock on my waist. “A feeling.” He pulled back to look down into my face. “I don’t know how we’re going to fight this war, love. But I do know your father won’t offer his blessing.”
“It doesn’t matter if he gives his
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