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SERAPHINA
“Then…” he whispered, lips just a breath from mine, “should we go to bed?”
<b>The </b>air between us <b>thinned</b>.
My heart mmed against my ribs, wild and fast like it had forgotten every rule it ever followed. His words shouldn’t have curled down my spine like they did. They shouldn’t have awakened that low, aching pull in my stomach–or that terrifying warmth unfurling in my chest like a re ready to ignite.
“Have you lost your <b>mind</b>?!” I reached out to push his chest away but he pinned my hand beside my head.
“To sleep. I have to lose my <b>mind</b>?” he asked, the smell of coffee on his breath filling my lungs as my entire body froze at being handled by him this way, “From now on it’s just you and me behind this closed door. Every night. No one else.”
Every night? I flushed <b>hard</b>–freaking burned–from my neck to my ears.
-You–are you on
drugs or something?! Let me go!” I struggled in <b>his </b>grasp and for some reason I felt no power in my limbs. What was this? I could easily break free but suddenly when it was him I <b>could </b>not do anything other <b>than </b>struggle. Could it be because of weakness due <b>to </b>blood loss? Whatever it was, the timing could not have been worse. I had to get away from him or my heat… What if my heat returned?! “Let goll” I growled, this time furiously.
He met my eyes without blinking, “Why? Didn’t you say you would start liking the watchdog if it showed his worth?” I froze mid struggle in surprise. He still remembered that? Was <b>that </b>why he was acting <b>this </b>way? But then <b>again</b>… had not I dug my own <b>grave </b>promising something like that? Liking the watchdog meant liking Ronan. And that was something that I could not
afford.
“About that…” I stammered, looking everywhere but at him. “I actually tried to like it but you know…”
“But what?” he raised anieyebrow, clearly not liking the way I was talking.
I quickly tried to think of something, anything <b>to </b>get out of <b>this </b>disaster. He felt like a sword at my throat, studying my every expression. So I blurted out whatever came to mind, “You are dude <b>and </b>I could not bring myself to like a dude.”
Ronan froze at my response for a moment before his eyes turned nk and he looked <b>scary</b>.
I secretly swallowed and summoned all my strength to yank my <b>hands </b>out of his grasp, pushed him away and quickly moved to any cupboard under <b>his </b>gaze.
I quickly pulled out my clothes for the night <b>and </b>exited the door without looking back. I did not stop until I was at the end of the corridor. It waspletely empty <b>and </b><b>that’s </b>when I stopped. I leaned against the wall <b>and </b>clenched my chest <b>and </b>tried to catch my breath<b>. </b>What was this feeling? I felt like crap treating him <b>that </b>way. <b>I </b>felt as if I had betrayed him or something. But <b>what </b>I did was for the <b>best</b>. I had to stay away <b>from </b>him or my disguise was at risk. It was my top priority, he was never a <b>part </b>of my n or my aim then <b>why </b>did I feel this <b>way</b>?
For a <b>long </b><b>time </b>I could <b>not </b><b>move </b>until a shadow fell over me.
Phina awoke in my mind recognizing <b>this </b>presence. I slowly lifted my gaze to meet a pair of blue eyes. Dante.
I hadn’t expected to run into <b>him</b>.
Not here. Not like this.
He wasn’t wearing the elite jacket anymore. The crest had been stripped <b>from </b>his chest. <b>And </b>yet, somehow, he still looked like a member of the hierarchy – untouchable, unwervingly still
<b>Our </b>eyes locked <b>and </b>in that <b>moment</b>, I knew I should not be around <b>this </b>man. Especially after what <b>happened</b>.
“Running away?” he asked.
I had barely taken <b>two </b><b>steps </b>away. Before I stopped and turned <b>towards </b>him, “Yeah, Fin not in the mood to be around.
He chuckled, “Met Evil” He stepped closer to ine, “Just this little incident has you scared of me? Seeing you stand in front of
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the Alpha instructors and fight to stop your expulsion, I felt as if you were a long shot racehorse. If you start getting scared this early, how are you going to stand the uing storm?”
Every word out of his mouth held a hidden meaning <b>that </b>made me uneasy on many levels. I stared deeply into his eyes and asked, “You don’t want me in this Academy, right?” as the words left my mouth, his expression changed. I guessed correctly. “Why?” I asked, talking a step closer to him, “it can not only be because I ruined your shirt on the day that I came here, right?” He stared at me coldly but I did not stop. “Tell me, why are you so eager to kick me out of this <b>academy</b>?”
“You should not have interfered.” he suddenly said, voice low but razor–sharp.
“What?” I cocked my brows.
He stepped forward, just once. Not enough to be <b>threatening</b>. But enough that the shadows didn’t hide his face anymore.
“You were expelled. But instead of yielding, you rebelled. You fight and you win. You challenged the willid before you, like you thought you could outmaneuver fate.” His eyes pinned me in ce. “But when someone dares to rise against what the threads that destiny <b>has </b>spun, they don’t just trip. They fall–hard. And when they fall, they drag others down with them.”
My spine stiffened. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He suddenly got closer to me and grabbed my arm, “I am saying that you fucked yourself,” fury burned in his eyes as he leaned down into my face <b>and </b>growled, “The count down has begun. “Disaster always follows those <b>who </b>think they can outrun destiny. And your density is no longer in control from now on.”
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