Killian.
Surprisingly, the dinner ended peacefully. I was so happy that I could not sleep, so I decided to drink outside of my apartment balcony.
I was sure I wasn’t like this before. I had never felt happiness as strong and enjoyable as this. It was not because I could finally hear her thoughts but because of what I heard from her.
I was never a playful and teasing guy. I took everything so seriously. There was no place for me to play a fun game. Actually, not being in action bored me to death. All I wanted was to fight the enemies and clear my way to my goal.
But with Yzabelle, she just brought out the part of me that I wasn’t even aware of.
I did not know that enjoying life with her was actually fun too. Keeping her safe and keeping her with me had become my new goal. Though there was a part of me that was worried about the seer’s reading, I decided to brush it off for once.
I could hear Yzabelle's thoughts now. If she would aim to kill me, I would know beforehand.
And come to think of it. How did it happen? How come I started to hear her thoughts just right after she ran away after nagging about the present she thought I received from an admirer.
She was just an ordinary human, but why could I only hear her now? Why didn't it happen when I first met her?
‘Didn’t you also sense something was wrong with her?’ I heard Dax coming out.
I sighed. ‘Yeah. You think it had something to do with that? Or was the opening of her thoughts bound with her feelings, considering she was our mate.’
‘I think both were the reasons. I could sense something powerful yet it seemed to be in deep slumber, waiting for the right time to show.’
I agree with Dax. I’d been sensing something powerful from Yzabelle but I couldn’t figure out what it was.
I knew someone who could recognize it.
Saskia.
But I couldn’t bring her to the witch. I was still not certain if Saskia had ulterior motives with Laura’s reincarnation.
I couldn't gamble the chance of putting Yzabelle in danger.
But how would I know if Yzabelle wasn’t just an ordinary human? I need to know what’s that powerful thing I used to sense from her.
I could smell her blood wasn’t just human blood. It seemed to be contaminated with something.
Yet I couldn’t smell werewolf blood in her either.
And if she was a werewolf, she should have gotten her wolf at the age of fourteen, or eighteen for the late stage. Also, I should sense if she was included in a pack or something. Rogues had their own distinct smell as well.
But then, she was just acting like a normal human being, living a better and independent life. At least, she wasn’t born being bullied or I might kill anyone who will try to bully her.
‘So, what should we do now?’ I heard Dax again.
‘I think we need to know about her origin. I need to meet his father.’
Dax groaned. ‘How are you going to do that when Corbin bows that he will never back down in claiming her mate?’
‘Fck it! I almost forgot about Corbin. Should I just kill that asshole?’
‘I don’t think our future self will like the idea. They seemed to be friends,’ Dax countered.
‘Nah-ah. Do you think they will continue being friends if he found out they had the same mate?’
‘Not sure though, but our future self was still in the state of mind in aiming to kill his mate. Unlike us,’ Dax growled. ‘So he must have a different take about it.’
I breathed out, frustrated about the things that were coming my way.
‘Should we deal with Corbin, first? Or was it Yzabelle’s father who should come first?’
‘Either way, your call,’ after saying that Dax went off.
I sighed out of desperation.
What did I get myself into?
***
Yzabelle.
Killian’s door opened. I was in his living room, slumping down the fur carpet, doing my thing. It was more relaxing to work here, though.
I heard him going straight to his kitchen. When he came back, he sat on the couch behind me.
“It's the weekend. Don’t you have plans?” I heard him ask.
I continued writing my stuff. “None. I had a lot of school work to do.”
Thinking about this whole school stuff, I turned to him.
“Come to think of it, why aren’t you cramming? We had a lot of deadlines to do.”
He shrugged and drank his water. “I’m done with all of them.”
“Huh?”
I was at sea hearing what he said. “When did you finish them all? I haven’t seen you working on our deadlines.”
“You didn’t believe me?” He frowned.
I arched an eyebrow towards him. “I didn’t.”
He sighed and stood up, and went straight to his bedroom. And when he came back again, he threw a folder above the center table.
“There,” he nonchalantly said. “Human stuff was too petty.”
I browsed the folder, greatly confused with its contents.
It was a compilation of our paper jobs from the beginning of the semester to the end.
Actually, some of the topics weren't tackled and he already had it done.
Was he some kind of a genius?
“I actually asked our professors to give me the list of requirements needed in this semester. I was getting bored, I had nothing to do. So, there, it’s all done. You can copy so you would not have to take the hassle of finding the resources,” he offered.
He sounded like he genuinely offered it and not just bragging about his job well done.
I closed the folder and continued working on my stuff.
“No. I’m not going to copy your hard work.” I declined with finality.
I didn’t expect him to be diligent with schoolwork. I honestly thought he just joined our class to continue pestering me.
“Of course not,” Killian suddenly spoke behind me. “I joined your class because I wanted to look after you. It’s not a hassle for me though since you’re going to graduate in a few months. You can join my company once you graduate. It’s only if your father would not ask you to work in your own family businesses.”
I turned to him, surprised. “Did you just read my mind?”