(Author’s POV)
"Where have you been, Dion Everests?" Alaric questioned, his voice laced with sharp sternness as he bored his eyes at his younger brother.
Dion walked inside casually, a hint of lazy elegance in his stride as he settled down on the couch leisurely. "I was at Red Stone University." He knew Alaric must have already known about his visit there, so he didn’t try to lie or conceal it.
"What for?" Alaric, who was seated on the opposite side, leaned forward and interlocked his fingers, his eyes never leaving Dion.
"Ohh~ nothing. They approached to give a special lecture to the Fine Arts Departnt," he answered casually, without any hitch or hesitation.
Alaric observed Dion’s expression as he asked. "Why the sudden interest? You never do stuff like that." He knew how masterful Dion was and how skillful he was at deception.
"Just because. No particular reason. Anyways~ .... it was fun getting to interact with so many humans like that," Dion said nonchalantly. "Did you ask to co here for this?" he counter questioned.
This ti, Alaric posed the real question he had been thinking about, which caught him slightly off guard, "Did you~ .... Did you see anyone familiar there?"
Dion’s eyes flickered for a nanosecond, but he didn’t let his mask of casualness slip. He rubbed his nose and ntioned, "Familiar? I guess so. I did see soone familiar there."
At his words, Alaric’s heart raced a mile a minute. His interlaced fingers tightened their hold on each other. With a hint of a strained voice, he asked, "Who did you see?"
"Uhhh~ ..." Dion leaned back on the couch and said, "A couple of kids we t in those charity galas and business dinners. They were attending the class."
At his remark, Alaric visibly relaxed his tightened fingers, and his jaw eased up as he comnted, "Don’t indulge with people here"
"Bro, chillax. They are just humans ...... bunch of kids. What harm could they do to ?" Dion stated.
"Dion, you are very well aware that this is the vampire clan’s territory. And humans~ .... You know they are no less vicious than any other race. They can seem harmless with no weapons, but they are the most cunning and ruthless of all the species," Alaric spoke. His voice was firm as if he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
"Al~ ... I understand your concern, but you really need to tone it down sotis. Not everyone is cut from the sa fabric. Everyone is not the sa," Dion didn’t back down as well. After all, Myra, his mate, is a human as well, and he was head over heels for her.
"Just do as I said," Alaric spat. "Do you always have to argue? Can’t you do as you are told for once, Dion Everests?" He almost lashed out.
This led to a staring match between the two. It was so intense and electrifying that sparks were flaring between them. Neither of them spoke a word, just gawked at each other.
Alaric sighed deeply and broke the silence, "I don’t want you to get hurt. That’s all. So, don’t go there again." Saying his piece, he walked out of the room without waiting for Dion’s reply.
’Why is Alaric behaving so out of character? He is harsh~ .... Yes. But today, he was exceptionally punitive,’ Drey muttered.
Dion just gazed at the door for a couple of seconds longer, trying to decipher Alaric’s words. ’Why do I feel like sothing has happened with him? He was emitting a very odd energy.’
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"Hello," Myra spoke as she called Amy from Yelena’s number.
A steady, authoritative voice echoed from the other end, "Who’s this?"
Myra cleared her throat and answered, "Umm~ .... Mrs. Garcia, it’s . Myra Miracle."
"OHHHH~ ... MYRA, it’s you. How did you call dear? Is this your number?" Amy’s tone did a complete one eighty degree.
"No~ .... This is my friend, Yelena’s number. Are you perhaps free right now?" Myra asked hesitantly.
"Of course, I am free. You are at Red Stone, right? I will just be there," Amy was ready to co.
But Myra stopped her, "Ohh no~ .... I am not at the university. Actually, I am out. So, can you please tell where you are right now? I will just be there."
"I am staying at the Crown Opulence. The hotel where we t," Amy answered, her voice a little excited.
Myra pursed her lips but then said, "Okay, I will be there." Saying this, she ended the call.
"What did she say?" Yelena asked without looking at Myra. Her focus was on the road ahead.
"She is staying at Crown Opulence," Myra told Yelena.
"Ohkiez," she sped up the car as they reached there within twenty minutes.
As soon as the car stopped, Myra pulled up her mask and adjusted her hoodie and then walked out.
Yelena followed, gave her keys to the valet guy as they both went inside, hand in hand. Myra felt a little self conscious as they went inside the hotel. She kept pulling at her hoodie.
"Oh~ there it is," Yelena pointed towards the restaurant where Amy and they had agreed to et.
Myra glanced around, checking her surroundings, and Yelena noticed her strange behaviour. She wrinkled her brows and asked, "What happened?"
"I was~ .... I was just looking around. The place is colossally gorgeous," Myra remarked.
"You are totally right," Yelena added. "Even my grandfather wants to open a restaurant here. He has been in talks with the owner. Let’s see how it goes."
Myra nodded, but her mind remained elsewhere. Her thought process was broken by Amy’s thrilled voice, "Ohh~ you are finally here. Co~ .... Co~ .... take a seat."
Yelena pulled her by the hand as they both settled down opposite Amy. A waiting staff ca to take their orders, "Good evening, ma’am. What would you like to have?"
"Just water will do. Thank you," Myra said with a polite voice.
Amy was about to ask her, but before that, Myra said, "It won’t take long. We need to return ho as well."
"Ho, hmm?" Amy repeated. The waiter departed. Myra took the box out of her bag and slid it across the table, "Here~ ... I wanted to return this to you."
Amy’s expression changed as she said, "Didn’t I tell you yesterday? It was a gift for your help." She pushed the box back towards Myra.
"Mrs. Garcia, I accept your thoughtfulness towards . But this~ .... This is way too much. I simply cannot take it. I wasn’t even of any help to you. Plus~ ... I have already given my phone for repair. So~ ..." Myra pushed back the box again.
Amy gazed at the neatly packed gift box, neither accepting nor rejecting. Then she murmured, her voice almost inaudible, "This really~ ... it really hurts. You, trying to distance yourself."
After a brief pause, the smile was back on Amy’s lips as she stated, "Okay, I won’t insist then." Myra sighed in relief, hearing her words. Then Amy added, "But~ ... You will have to accept sothing else. I won’t take no for an answer. Promise ."
Myra remained silent. She didn’t want to agree on sothing she wasn’t aware of. Amy chuckled lightly, looking at her face and continued, "Don’t worry. It isn’t anything extravagant. It will be a simple dinner. It won’t be a problem, right?"
After thinking for a while, Myra nodded in the affirmative. After all, a dinner would be a much better choice than accepting such an expensive gift. She could feel a burden lifting off her chest.
Now that what they ca for was done. Myra got up and said, "We will be taking our leave then."
"So soon? ... You should at least have sothing," Amy also got up and remarked.
"Next ti. We are in a bit of a hurry," Myra was quick with her reply. Although she had made up her mind about the Everests’ presence but she still didn’t want to encounter any of them.
Amy then asked, "Then, about the dinner, is the day after tomorrow good for you? Are you free then?"
Myra didn’t think much of it and said, "I guess so. I will let you know, ma’am." She then took Yelena’s hand and walked out in a hurry. She was scurrying out and turned at a corner. That she didn’t even notice that soone was already coming from the other side.
As a result, she crashed into the person. An involuntary yelp ca out of her mouth. The force was such that she stumbled backwards and was about to fall when the said person pulled her and steadied her.
With a thud, Myra felt the firmness of the person’s chest through the fabric. Her heart was sorsaulting as her cheek and ears were pressed onto the person’s chest. She could clearly hear their heart beating like a bullet train.
She quickly pulled her away from the person and glanced at them, her eyes widening.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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