Methis Delis POVAfter a hearty breakfast and some touching talks, I cleared the table and did the dishes immediately to avoid them piling up later in the evening. My father headed off to the home office while I went to the living room to pass some time and think on my current being. I had school to attend and the level of work waiting for me back at the stadium was bone-breaking. I had to resume soon. I only came back here to have some time off from all the stress and all the drama going on in my life. I had to constantly remind myself about that because soon enough I knew I would get too comfortable and forget all my other responsibilities until it was too late. I had a career to chase. The more I kept thinking about the career I had to chase, the more I reminded myself of Jamal who was here and wanted me to be his Luna. It was an impediment to my career. Or was my career just being an impediment to a regal future with Jamal? Being a queen was said to be every female's dream in the
Methis Delis POV"One more step closer to her and we'll find you six feet deep, Jamal." My father was at the other side of the living room with a shotgun in hand.Jamal wasn't scared. All he did was smile and gently bow low. "Good day, Sir. Are we really going to be talking over shotgun? For how long?""For as long as it would take for you to know that my daughter does not belong to you." My father said sternly.Jamal gestured towards a seat and took it carefully. "I've come again, Sir. I've come with a gift this time. A gift for Methis and I thought I'll give it to you in her stead but seeing that she is here herself, allow me to hand in my gift."Without waiting for response, Jamal stood up and walked over to me. He went behind me and I heard the clap of a small box as it opened and closed. Slowly, his hands reached around my neck to pack my hair towards one side before sliding and clipping in a necklace. But then his hands wandered too low and too long. I looked at my father to see
Jamal POV“No. I am not,” I lied. I had no idea who this boy was but somehow he knew my name. For all I could tell, this boy could be a spy or worse. He was unknown to me so admitting my name might not be the best thing to do.“I know who you are, sir. You are Jamal,” he insisted.“And how did you come about that knowledge?” I asked.“I inferred it.”“Well then your inferring is wrong.”“It is not. He knows you. You were the guy who fought in the mall the other day.”Damn the internet, I thought. I should have taken that into account before I fought Xander that day but I was overwhelmed with anger so nothing other than the moment mattered. I turned to the boy and looked at him.“Even before the fight, he knew you,” the boy added.That was exactly the question I had wanted to ask. Who knew me? who was the ‘he’ this boy was referring to? “Who knew me?” I asked.“The Watcher,” he whispered.“The who?” I asked. Quite confused by what he said. Partly intrigued but majorly disgusted.“The W
Jamal POVIt was intriguing, wasn’t it? That Jamal would dare to fight me. I had not really thought about it until this moment. Why was it that he had developed so much confidence to go head to head against me? of course, dragon blood. Dragons were proud creatures. They prided themselves for being big, brave, strong, and cunning. But in truth they were neither of these things. They were just egotistical, full of themselves, and boastful. I don’t know if I would be saying these words if Xander had not been the way he was. Perhaps I would be praising Dragons for being calm and comported. It goes to show just how much a part could make you infer the whole.I was currently sited at the bar of the hotel. I had taken just a few shots and could barely feel the sting of the alcohol. Human wine truly was weak. I had promised myself not to get drunk as I was raising children. It would be a terrible thing for a child to see his or her father drunk. I had two. To be fair, I was not worried about
Jamal POV“Love,” he said simply as he tossed me the cube.“Love?” I caught the cube and began shuffling it with as many complexity as I could probably do it. “What makes you think its love?”“Well, I have not experienced it myself but from what I see, love can make you do crazy things including banging a man’s head into concrete till it tears open.”He was mocking the fight between Xander and myself but I would take it lightly. He was not wrong though. Love would make you do crazy things. Things so crazy that after you are done and if the love fades, you would wonder why you had done it and if really was the driving factor logical enough to make you do those thing. I had experienced it twice. Once with the Dark Witch and the other one now with Methis who happened to look so much like the Dark Witch. A coincidence I am still amazed by.I tossed the shuffled cube back to Autumn and he set to work with arranging it. “I do not think that that is love,” I said.“You don’t?”“No I do.”“I
Xander's POV I pushed the door open and stepped outside. It was a cold and dark night, but I didn't mind. I liked the night. It was peaceful and quiet, and it suited my mood. I started to jog, hoping to clear my head and calm my heart. I ran for a long time, passing by buildings, cars, and people. I ignored them all, focusing on my breathing and my footsteps. I ran until I reached a park, a large green space with trees, benches, and a lake. I slowed down and walked to the edge of the lake. I sat down on a bench and looked at the water. I saw my reflection, and I frowned. I looked like a monster, a beast, a freak. I wondered if Methis would still love me if she saw me like this. If she knew what I really was.I shook my head and tried to banish the negative thoughts. She would love me, I told myself. She would accept me, she would understand me, she would stay with me. She was my mate, and I was hers. We belonged together, we were meant to be. Nothing could change that, nothing could
Methis' POVThe rest of the weekend was basically spent with my Dad doting me, not letting me participate even a little bit in chores of the house which he insisted was "manual labor to his princess." A lot of times it felt really weird, being treated like a baby that is, as though I couldn't take care of myself on my own. Other times it brought back heavy waves of nostalgia. About my childhood. My father when I got sick as a kid hardly ever left my bedside whenever I had as much as the flu.When he came back from a drive that evening and saw me still lying on the bed, he tutted loudly."That's it Methis, you are going out."I shot up from the sheets, "What?""A bar downtown, here, you can have my credit card and my car, go there mix, have some fun okay? You can't stay huddled up all day."But Dad... ""Just go, Methis," he said, refusing to hear any protests, "I promise, you will feel better okay?"Seeing he was determined to get me out of the house, I immediately worked out he had n
Methis' POVI woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. I had been dreaming of him again, the man I had met at the party last night. He was tall and dark, with piercing blue eyes and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. I had never felt such an instant connection with someone before, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to him than met the eye.I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice the dark circles under my eyes. I hadn't been sleeping well lately, ever since I met him. I was constantly thinking about him, wondering what he was doing and if he was thinking about me too.I got dressed and headed downstairs to make breakfast. As I was cooking, I thought about the bar again. I had been so nervous when I first arrived, but he had immediately put me at ease. We had talked for hours, and I felt like I had known him forever.I finished making breakfast and