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Though I couldn't help but wonder, why was he so tense when I mentioned Silas. Yes, we had unique gifts that combined well with each other but we were basically best friends because of this, there was nothing more between us. Silas and I had a purely platonic relationship. He was the sweet yet charming guy next door and I was the girl with a bad streak and a complicated family. With a bright smile on my face, I turned and knocked sharply on the white and silver door of the white house. It was quite unique and had a strangely familiar symbol carved into the door handle along with silver tailings twisting and turning at the edges of the door to converge in the centre, forming what looked like… I leaned closer, squinting my eyes at the strange mark but before I could figure it out the door swung open. I immediately straightened, plastering a nervous grin on my face. A nervous grin, which faltered as my eyes widened in shock at the sight before me. Oh, God! Silas stood before me, s
The walk up two flights of stairs was pure torture. As my chest burned and I struggled to breathe, I started to feel a little sympathy towards Silas. As he stopped several times to stretch his muscles. When we finally arrived at the top floor, we walked for a really long while, following the twists and turns of the hallway. Silas finally dropped my suitcase and bag before a door in an hallway leading towards a set of double doors. My curiosity piqued as I began to ponder what mysterious laid beyond the velvet doors with gold forming intricate patterns against the wood, similar to that of the front door. "What's behind that door," I asked after allowing Silas to catch his breath. He followed my pointy finger to the doors and he smirked. This should be good…as long as ghosts weren't involved. "Well, if you must know, Miss. Malcolm," he started to speak with posh accent but dropped it when it made him out of breath. "Thats your room!" My eyebrows shot through the ro
I had sensed Silas' eyes, the second Phoebe said, "honesty'. He had explicitly asked that I not tell the girls about Xerxes and about just how powerful and dangerous he was. Sigh, what was I supposed to do? I didn't want to lie to my friends and this was supposed to be my home away from home. A home built on the honesty of its occupants. I brushed at the bridge of my nose as it began to tingle. I should have taken that nap earlier. I bit my bottom lip and got up from the stool. "Silas, we need to talk," I said walking past him to wait patiently in the far corner of the living room. My shoes tapped at the floor impatiently as I focused on breathing steadily, my hand pressed against my back. "You look like my mom when she's upset," Silas commented as he came to stand in front of me. I huffed, brushing at my frazzled curls that had escaped my ponytail. "Why didn't you tell me that the initiation was a game of truth or dare," I snapped quietly, leaning towards him with narrowed
I slapped away Silas' hand for the third time since he asked to walk me to class. I had agreed reluctantly but now, I was regretting my decision because he hasn't stopped trying to hold my hand. We were walking side by side along the path that connected the dorm tower to the building that had hosted Professor Faren's lecture hall. "Tai, this needs to look convincing," he said with a sigh, halfway to my destination. "I did not agree to this," I said slowly, glaring at him from the corner of my eyes. "Come on, it was a dare! I had to do it. Don't you want to knock some sense into the big bad lycan?" I rolled my eyes and folded my arms, so he would stop trying to hold my hand. Silas threw his arms around my shoulders instead, forcing me closer to his body. I caught a whiff of his perfume. It wasn't that bad, he made an effort. He smelled good. "Solace, don't make me break your arm. I've done it before, with even raising a finger," I said threateningly, staring into the depth of h
Her eyes had glazed over and turned black…again. This time I caught the change when the darkness was fading out. I knew that her heritage was mixed between the dark and the light but this rapid change sent a shiver down my spine. I didn't fear for myself, I feared for her. Was she fighting with something dark and dangerous within herself? On our first encounter, her eyes had become the epitome of darkness. Her magic had become dark and then she sent those hellhounds back to where they came from. When she fainted I felt so useless and terrified and then she went into a coma for five months. I lost it. Most nights I could not remember and everyday I was by her side. I had created fantasies of what our first encounter would be like. I would by her side, smiling gently down at her, whisper that she would be alright and that she was safe. I wasn't even there when she woke and when I tried to reassure her, she tried to stab me with a pair of scissors. She was so mad that
I rushed out of the booth. I wasn't supposed to be kissing him in dark corners. He was my mate but we were supposed to be taking things slow. Medaline had me swear to stay away from him so that this plan of Maggie's would work. As if my life was that simple. I inhaled deeply, struggling to calm my frantic thoughts. Why had I agreed to that stupid dare in the first place? It was something that high schoolers did, not college students! Yet, here I was contemplating if I should break my promise to my friend, who had requested that I stay away from Cassian as a way of giving him a taste of his own medicine and showing him what he's been neglecting. Medaline wanted me to be the romantic tease but I wasn't that person. I had found a compromise in taking things slow with Cassian. We would keep our relationship at arms length, much like a friendship. We would try not to push each other to places that we weren't ready to go yet. He wasn't ready to spill all his secrets to me and I was o
It was a beautiful day. It turns out that sneaking around with your soulmate was more fun than a traditional sense of a relationship, not that we were in a relationship. We were taking things slow…outside of the…very heated kisses and messing around in quiet corners. I was starting to figure out why most couples cheat or sneak around with each other. Hold, what was I saying!? Everyone of those cheating couples always got caught. It was inevitable. The pep in my step faltered and the smile on my face fell to the floor. Ugh, why couldn't I get a break! Why couldn't I live my life how I wanted to live it? It was mine! I could screw it up if I wanted to. I sighed as I sat at my usual table with Medaline and Phoebe. Medaline was flipping through a book with such dedication and focus that I had never seen her give to anything other than drama, gossip and destroying arrogant people's lives. Last week she made a guy cry, for yelling at his girlfriend. "Hey, are you okay," Phoebe asked
"Okay, forgive my ignorance but if she rejected you how are you still in heat," I said blinking furiously. "What, Phoebe I'm so sorry," Medaline said what I should have said but sugar does something to me that I could not explain. Phoebe shrugged, pursing her lips. A second later was on her feet and walking away. I jumped to my feet as well, nearly tripping over her bag. I grabbed it running to catch up with Medaline, who had packed up her books and everything already. "Hey, say the word Phoebe and I'll beat her up," I yelled towards her. Medaline eyed me, seemingly making a mental note when her eyes fell towards the chocolate bar in my hand. She turned towards Phoebe, who was heading in the direction of the forest. "Where is she going?" I hummed, squinting slightly. "Party in the woods," I pieced together. I had recalled, Silas saying that one day in the week, I wasn't paying much attention to him. I was busy texting… "You mean that blue blood party that Silas and a few o