Uninhibited

33. Apologies

33. Apologies

Syra's mind felt half alive and half dead.. just as she herself felt.

Her body seemed to be on autopilot at times and others...not so much.

She remembered her numb stage in the hospital, she recalled how she was violent and not in the slightest loving with Sebastian, only having sex with him when she needed it to stay alive and doing it roughly.

She shook her head, hating how she'd been and how she still was. With a wince, she remembered Sebastian's confrontation and how she still couldn't bring herself to open up and share her pain.

Syra knew he shared her pain, he had even said so, but she couldn't open up.

She buried herself in the bed and finally let herself cry completely. Her sobs were loud, the tears wet her pillow to the point of needing a new one.

Part of Syra wished she'd never met Sebastian, but if she hadn't there would've been no feelings, no knowing what she had missed.

The other part wouldn't trade a thing. She had fallen in love and had a baby she had loved equally as much.

But that baby was gone and Zelina and Dante had caused it. Her hatred rose up, instantly stopping the tears and Syra sat up.

She needed to plan, she needed to take them out and really needed to talk to Sebastian before it was too late...before he left, too.

She sat up, wiping her face of wetness left from her tears and wandered into the bathroom.

Syra decided she'd start her planning while she took a long, hot bath and started straightening her emotions out.

**

The steamy water was comforting and Syra found herself slowly putting herself back together. She had lost her baby, she knew that, but it was because of Zelina and Dante's minions. It hadn't been Syra herself, it hadn't been a miscarriage.

No, they had purposely hurt her and Sebastian.

She knew it and she realized she needed Sebastian's help if they were going to kill the rulers of the Abyss and Era.

She realized she just needed Sebastian, too. And the more she sat in the water, her fingers beginning to look like prunes, the more she wished she hadn't been such a bítch.

She wished she hadn't reverted back to the cruel, unfeeling succubus she once had been.

Syra sighed and hauled herself out of the bath. She had bathed long ago and merely was relaxing in the water that had once been warm.

She snagged a towel and dried herself off, wringing the water from her hair. Satisfied she was dry, she tossed the towel aside and walked out completely nude.

She had considered clothes, but she knew she needed to see Sebastian, to make up for what she had done.

Shw travelled into the living room, but found him asleep on her couch. Syra sighed, feeling tears well up again at the sight of Sebastian's angered expression. His eyebrows were scrunched together, creating a ripple in his skin between them. His mouth was set in a firm line and his arms were crossed over his chest while his feet twisted around each other.

He hadn't bothered with a blanket or bothered changing out of clothes and Syra knew it was because her childish-like behavior and unwillingness to open up that had pushed him to exhaustion.

She maneuvered back to her bedroom and slid a light nightgown on. She didn't bother with underwear, she felt more comfortable without it and quickly went back to the living area.