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"Adeline needs me by her side," Elias coldly regarded, glancing at Lydia with disinterest. Though, the idea of her presence was tempting. He debated using her as a sacrifice for Adeline.

Lydia raised a brow. "Fine, suit yourself." She turned to Weston and threw him a pointed look.

Weston grumbled curses under his breath, but pushed himself off the wall. He crossed the floor and walked out the door with her, closing it behind him.

"Did you tell her?" Lydia immediately asked, walking straight up to his face. She debated smacking him for the betrayal, but he didn\'t seem affected by her hits before.

Weston simply stared at her. "And if I did?"

Lydia grabbed him by the collar, yanking his face down until they were a breath away. "If you\'re the reason we\'re not friends, I\'ll kill you."

Weston laughed at her stupid threat. A mere human girl like her killing a Pure-Blood vampire? Dream on. But he\'d humor her and that oversized ego. He grabbed her wrists and smirked down at her.

"What can these thin little hands do? I can break your wrist with the snap of my fingers," Weston chuckled. 

Suddenly Weston slammed her against the wall, her wrists pinned beside her head. She was huffing and puffing now, her green eyes thunderous like a forest swaying towards a storm.

"Just answer my damn question," Lydia snapped at him. 

They were so close, nothing could come in between them now. Her chest was pressed against his, his leg pressing in between hers, preventing her from kicking him. He had her exactly where he wanted.

Weston smiled, knowing he had won this fight. "You wanted me to tell the King, so I did."

"And did he know it was from me?" 

"And if he does know?"

Lydia\'s nostrils flared. "You asshole. I told you to leave me out of this—"

"You think I betrayed you," Weston suddenly said, the revelation settling into his system. She stopped struggling in his arms, her eyes wide.

"You don\'t realize it do you? You betrayed her when you used her for photos. And you betrayed her again when you told me the plan. I did not betray you, I am merely a messenger," Weston roughly said, resting his forehead against hers, his nose brushing upon hers.

Weston could see her eyes clearly now. They were trembling, the whites more evident, the truth bringing tears like rain in a forest. 

Her breathing quickened and she looked like she was going to break. Weston didn\'t even blink when she began to look anywhere but at him. She didn\'t even push him away now.

"I did not betray Adeline, I—"

"You did."

"I didn\'t!" Lydia screamed. No matter how many times she denied it, she already knew the truth.

"What a complicated web of lies you\'ve created to protect yourself," Weston murmured. "Are you happy, Lydia? Happy knowing you lied straight to the Queen\'s face today, wishing for a baby shower, when you revealed a plan to kill the said baby."

Lydia\'s face crumbled. Tears slipped out and she could no longer hold it in anymore. The pain of hurting her own friend, whether intentionally or not, had caught up to her. And damn that fucking Weston. He let out a sinister laugh, the sound taunting her. 

Wordlessly, Weston wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to his body. Lydia could not understand him. He hurted her and then treated her well. He made her cry and then comforted her.

Lydia felt even more crazy than him, for she leaned into his embrace, realizing there was no one else she could tell this problem to. She was reliant on him now, not knowing it was exactly what he wanted.

"There, there," Weston soothed, his face hidden from her, his mouth twisted into a smirk. \'There, there, cry more, hold me tighter, beg me to not go,\' he thought to himself, his plan playing out perfectly in his head. 

"We\'ll get through this together, Lydia," Weston cooed, stroking the hair that stuck to her face from the tears. 

Lydia was sniffling, her hands gripping his shirt, her shoulders shaking. The sound of her in pain pleased him. In fact, he\'d call it an obsession.

Weston wanted her to rely on him to the point of where she could no longer lean on anyone else but him. He wanted her to be obsessed with him, to crave his presence, and beg for his touch. Especially after that little stunt she pulled this morning.

"Shhh," Weston softly said, patting her upper back, soothing the pain out of her. Lydia was feisty and stubborn, but he knew how to tame a wildling like her. He\'d spank her into submission if he had to.

"You\'re a psychopath."

Weston froze.

"I know what you\'re trying to do," Lydia harshly whispered, shoving him away. He easily stepped back, his smirk on full display.

"Did you think I\'d cry in your arms and ask you to help me?" Lydia hissed, angrily wiping her tears away. "You created this mess, just to trap me in your little web. Do you really think I\'m that stupid?"

Weston was hoping she was, but then, that\'d make her boring. This little fire that burned within her was the exact reason why his heart ached for her. A dull pain that was barely evident, but hurted the most.

"You\'re crazy," Lydia told him. "You\'re—"

"Go out with me."

Lydia gawked at him. What the hell?

"A proper date, like you wanted," Weston mused. Now that she was riled up, he knew nothing could change it. Thus, he\'d use his trump card, the one thing that\'d make her mind go blank.

"Where we\'d sit down and have stupid, mindless chatter and enjoy a lovely glass of wine. Maybe we\'d even go to one of your favorite restaurants, but of course, I wouldn\'t tell you where we\'re going, just to see the way your face lights up," Weston added on, humored by his own words.

Weston could see her expression begin to change. She was faltering now, the offer so tempting, she\'d forgive him. "It was my mistake," he gave the final blow.

"You confided a secret to me, and I betrayed your trust," Weston softly said, grabbing her hand, watching her face crumble a bit. "Let me apologize by taking you out to a nice dinner. We\'ll have a date or two, and then I\'ll make you mine—officially."

Lydia was overwhelmed with his words. Suddenly, he was behaving like how she wanted him to. Suddenly, she was getting all she ever wanted. Her fingers trembled.

"No," Lydia whispered. "I\'d rather not."

"Don\'t push me away, love," Weston said, stroking her face. "The King does not know it was you who told me the plan. The Queen would not know you came up with this plan, and she\'d never know."

Lydia\'s heart raced. She suddenly found him to be the most unreliable messenger ever. Next time, she\'d go directly to Adeline. In fact, once Adeline woke up, Lydia would reveal the plan. That way, Weston could not dangle this threat over her ever again.

Trapped in his web, Lydia had nowhere to go. She nodded her head, despite how nervous she was feeling.

"A date it is, then," Lydia said. It was what she wanted from the very beginning, but now that she had it, she no longer wanted it anymore.