Chapter 51 Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-One
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Mirah
Vermont media had it that Qyle was probably a dangerous entity. That explained his hatred in women; though I didn't see how they were connected.
I pulled myself back to the present. Did he want to abduct me, to threaten Nessa? Or did he want to punish me to teach Nessa a lesson?
I opened my mouth to say something stupid, but someone came out of the building in time, successfully pushing the rest of my words back.
No, not someone. They were two.
It was Zeke, and the woman who'd accompanied him. And they both had worried looks on their faces, that mirrored Qyle's.
“What's happening? Why did you bring me here?” I asked curtly, my voice taking a sharp tone.
Was Zeke gloating in his ability to move on, and wanted to rub it on my face?
“I can still sense his powers. He was here.” The lady said, making me frown.
“Can you tell the actual place he was?” Zeke was the one who spoke this time.
My heart fluttered. Even in serious situations like this, my treacherous heart still reacted to his voice.
My whole body did. And I was annoyed and irritated as hell.
He'd moved on, it was what I wanted him to do. Why was I being bitter about it?
The lady's eyes locked with mine, and I shivered. Her irises flashed a bright green, and my teeth clattered against each other.
I suddenly felt the urge to bow before her, and kowtow.
Who the hell was she-
“You,” She said, and suddenly pushed back, falling to the floor.
“Natasha!” Qyle and Zeke screamed in unison, going over to help her up. She looked at me with wary eyes, as she stood on her feet once more.
“I think he's met with her.” She said, mysteriously.
“Who?” Qyle asked.
“I have to ask Mother.” Natasha replied.
“Okay, okay, stop all these cryptic bullshits and tell me why the fuck I'm here. Who's this “he,” and why the hell would you stop me from going home, just to make me feel like I'm not part of a conversation?”
I turned to Zeke.“And who's she?” I asked, trying not to sound jealous.
“This is Natasha.” Zeke simply replied, and made no effort to continue.
I inhaled and exhaled sharply, to keep my anger at bay. Natasha cut in, before I'd say something else.
“This is no time for introductions, please.” She turned to me.
“We felt a strong presence after we left the bar. Can you tell us if you saw something, or perhaps spoke with something?”
I frowned, a dull ache hitting the back of my head. I looked at their expectant faces.
“I can't remember anything.”
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Zeke
“This is weird,” Natasha said, her face setting in a prim frown.
Mirah sat by her side, stealing furtive glances at me when she thought I wasn't looking. Qyle had gone to settle some urgent matter which came up.
As hard as it was, I'd been trying to avoid Mirah's gaze all night. Doing so would be plunging myself into torture. Her scent was enough, without adding to it.
“Everything is weird.” I exhaled, and leaned back on the couch.
We were back at my apartment, and I'd been surprised when Mirah had agreed to come along.
“Maybe it had something to do with the rogue-brids?” Natasha suggested, and my eyes darkened.
“That can't be possible. They've gone extinct for years now.” I frowned as I countered her words.
This powerless feeling; I hated it.
“Why exactly am I here?” Mirah finally asked after a while. I could see the dark circles beneath her eyes, even though she was putting on makeup.
Natasha turned to her. “We believe you're in danger.”
I nodded, concurring with her words. Mirah wasn't impressed. If anything, she looked irritated.
“You know, fate is a big bitch. I wake up one morning, and find myself engaged to a scum. Then I'm rescued by someone who's supposed to exist only in fantasy stories. And now, I discover I might be in danger?” She scoffed.
“Mirah-” I began, and she cut me off.
“Mirabella.” She corrected, and let out a tired exhale.
I paused. She was right. She didn't have to be here. This wasn't a war with humans, after all.
I caught a gleam in Natasha's eyes, which suggested I was in for some teasing later on. If she suspected what the relationship between I and Mirah was, she said nothing.
I turned to Mirah, wanting to tell her that she could leave if she wanted to. That I was sorry for bothering and interfering with her life.
There were so many things I wanted to say. And do.
Like how I wanted to pin her against my balcony's door, and fuck her.
But my tongue remained tied. She lifted her head, and our gazes met. I caught her throat flex, before she swiftly turned away. The action tugged at a certain part of me.
“What do you have to say, Zeke?” Natasha asked, breaking the temporary sizzle-filled moment.
My expression turned bland. “I'm sorry, but we have to keep an eye on you, Mirah.” I said, waiting for an outburst.
I didn't have to wait long.
“What?! I refuse.” She flashed an angry look at both of us, as if daring us to refute. I winced.
“Mirabella,” I said, opting to address her the way she wanted. “You might be in danger. And this might include those around you.” I hoped she understood.
She obviously saw something. Or someone. Yet, she couldn't remember. That spoke volumes about who we were up against.
“I require no babysitting,” she argued. “I'm good.”
Okay, this was going to take a lot of time.
“Do you think the Circle is involved in this?” Natasha asked suddenly.
My eyes glinted. “There's no way to know, for sure. One thing we know is that all kingdoms have to unite.” I said grimly.
“Impossible,” Natasha muttered what was on my mind. “The kingdoms would never unite. Except they're sure we're dealing with rogue-brids. And even at that-” Her words trailed off.
I stifled a groan. This was getting complicated.
I turned a pleading gaze to Mirah, who didn't avert her eyes.
‘Please,’ I silently pleaded.
“May I ask why you're doing this?” Mirah asked.
“'Cause I have to.” I replied, without missing a beat.