A Deal With Hundred Miles Sight

But how was that even possible? The cologne I had perceived when I entered my apartment was that of Jordan and this guy's own did not smell anything like it. To some extent, I was quite sure that Jordan had brought that book there.

And now, it seemed like he knew who Jordan was and judging from his impulsive reaction, he was not on good terms with him.

"You know who Jordan is?"

"I said not to mention his name!" He snapped again not even wanting to hear the word at all.

"Okay, fine. But what do you know about him? And how did this book come about? How much do you know about me? And what do you want from me?"

"A question at a time, young lady." He cooed and I frowned.

"You will not call me that."

"Whatever. Every answer you get comes at a price."

The moment he said that, I remembered Jordan saying the same thing to me, in Italian. What really was with this give and take principle?

"Okay, fine! What do you want?" I did not even hide my desertions to know anything and I had this feeling that he knew more.

"Your thousand mile sight."

Something gripped my heart immediately. "No, you can't take that." I objected and he smiled.

"Not all at once. You are the one to ask questions, so with each question you ask, I get to take a hundred miles of sight from you."

"One hundred? That's not fair." I whined and he shrugged his shoulders. "I am not forcing you to do it." He concluded.

Immediately, I contemplated and then decided to go for it, I would ask nothing more than two questions, to save eight hundred miles of sight, at least.

"Okay, deal." I said and a smirk appeared on his lips. Within a flash moment, something like a scroll appeared in his hand.

Then I saw green, shiny rope tie it up by itself, then the scroll disappeared. "We now have a deal." He declared.

Somewhere in me, I knew what I was doing was not so right, of course it felt off and I knew he was just being selfish. But what could I do? Nothing.

"So, let's have it." He urged.

"Who is Jordan to you?" I asked, not minding the fact that he had told me not to mention his name to him. I could see that he wanted to restrict himself from answering that question but he eventually did, with a frown on his face.

"That asshole? He is my brother, gosh I hate to say this."

I was taken aback by that information. They were brothers yet he was acting in this matter, indeed something had to be wrong with them both.

But then, Jordan had a brother? That was not even anywhere on the Internet, otherwise I would have seen it there.

"So what--" I was about to ask another question when he cut me off. "Hey hey, easy. You are yet to fulfill your own part of the deal." He called my attention and I frowned, feeling so impatient. "How am I supposed to give it to you?"

"Just stay still." He instructed and I obeyed, reluctantly. From where he was, he made sure there was an eyes contact with me then his eyes turned green and then his lips moved again. I did not need anyone to tell he just chanted a spell inaudibly.

The moment he did that, I felt a sharp pain in my head, down to my eye area, forcing my eyes close. It was so sharp and then it stopped all of a sudden, I tried opening my eyes and for a second, I could only see blurrily. The next second, I could see properly again.

'Hundred miles gone.' This re-echoed in my head.

I looked up at this guy whose name I did not even know and he was just standing there, looking at me. "How do you even do that?"

"You want another hundred miles gone?" He raised his brows and I immediately shouted. "No! Don't, please."

Ah, I would have lost another hundred miles there. "Okay, next question?"

I thought about it. I planned to ask just two questions but there were so many on my mind and I did not know which to prioritize.

"Okay...Karima and Jordan, what's their relationship?" I asked, hoping that would be the last one I would ask him.

"You are very wise. Hm...Karima, the old servant lady..." His voice trailed off and I wondered, 'servant lady?'. He was referring to one of the best team leads at Greenville Resort.

"Wait, you don't know who she is to you?" He seemed surprised and I shook my head gently. "No, I don't."

"Wow. I am surprised about how good she is with concealing her identity, or is it just you that did not catch up so quickly?"

"What are you talking about?" My head was literally getting hotter at that point so I had to speak up for myself.

"Karima is your bond maidservant, she was divinely granted you alongside her sister to serve you personally, by the moon goddess."

I placed a palm on my forehead and sat on the bed, trying to coo myself.

"I need some water."

"Will get some for you." He offered but I frowned, raising my head.

"No, thank you!" I snapped.

"O...kay."

"So what's her relationship with him?" I inquired.

"That makes another two hundred mile sight." He informed and I nodded, no longer minding any sight or something.

"It is very simple. Jordan is a lord, and she is...a servant. I know no more than that." He replied and I furrowed my brows, not believing my ears.

"You are not serious right now, are you?"

"I am not joking."

"What the heck! Are you crazy? How dare you give me such a flimsy answer at the cost of my precious sight?!" I burned with anger and I felt something strange wrought within me. I was truly annoyed but there was a fueling to it, and I had that feeling that if I continued being angry, I would do something crazy.

"You asked for--" he was abruptly cut off by a strange noise that also caught my attention. It stopped and then I perceived that sweet smelling cologne.

Jordan was here.