20 Chapter 20: (2/2)

Trying my hardest not to wake her, I pulled the blanket back and laid her down. A sliver of her red hair peeking out of her hood almost making me want to see what her face looked like.

I wasn't sure why I haven't taken advantage of this situation to figure out who her real ident.i.ty was.

She was my mate and she would eventually get over it.

But...

She specifically stressed out about not seeing her true ident.i.ty.

Told me that I had to figure out who she was myself.

I felt like if I pulled that hood off her face that I betrayed her trust and would never see her again, even though she made that deal years ago.

Xenon groaned, s.h.i.+fting away from me and pressing her face into the pillows when I sighed and tugged the covers of the blanket around her.

One day, Xenon.

I will find out who you are.

And I'll love you either way.

I will be the one who will love you.

〰 Faye/Xenon 〰

I hummed, stretching my tired arms above me and arching my back to try and pop the bones. The soft material feeling nicer than normal when I slowly opened my eyes to stare up at a white wall.

I don't remember...

I lunged out of the bed and sparked a flame in my hand, searching for where I was when I noticed a note on the bed where I was sleeping. My heart was thudding so fast that it felt like it was going to explode.

”Where the h.e.l.l...?” I held onto my chest, trying to remember what had happened this morning but all I saw was a blank slate. Slowly, I crept over to the note and made sure none of this was a trap of some sort.

My paranoia was out of control as I s.n.a.t.c.hed the note from the bed and slowly unfolded it, seeing the sloppy but readable handwriting.

You fell asleep earlier and brought you to my room to get some uninterrupted sleep. Also, there is a towel and some soap in the restroom for you to clean up or take a shower. Try not to get so drunk again, alright? I don't like seeing that side of you.

Sincerely, Zavier.

Did I fall asleep?

I don't even remember that.

I reread the note, surprised by my actions and his words as I heard the door slowly open making me drop to the ground.

”Oh. I thought I heard Zavier come in here. Should we wait in here?” The old voice I remember from two years ago made my stomach churn while they walked over to the bed. I slipped underneath the bed and help my mouth closed hoping that my scent wasn't still lingering around the room.

”He wouldn't mind. He told us that he was coming back here anyway. We should ask him about his engagement.” Zavier's father notes making me clench my hands tightly.

It's as if he knew I was in here or something.

”That's true. The boy hasn't even introduced us to the lucky girl. I hope she's better than that on-”

”What are you both doing in here?” Zavier snarls loudly, his eyes looking around when catching sight of me under the bed. ”Leave. Now.” He told his parents surprising the three of us.

”Excuse me? Who do you th-”

”I told you that my room is off limits. Now out.” He came towards the bed, all I could see was their feet while I rolled out from under the bed. Wanting to watch what was happening.

”Hey stop! Wh”

”I don't want you both in here.” He says, pulling his mother off the bed and urging his father out of the room.

”Why not?! Zavier what's your pr-”

”I'm his problem.” I blurted out, almost regretting it after saying it but I couldn't help myself. It was just to perfect.

His parents snapped their eyes at me before his father narrowed his eyes at me, trying to come over to me but Zavier stopped him. I smiled sweetly at his mother, seeing the disgust in her features.

”I know. Just magnificent.” I sigh, skipping over to them knowing it would infuriate them more. ”I missed you too mom!” I poked her nose earning two dark growls. Zavier seemed amused at my attempts to be sweet, knowing it was all an illusion.

This was just to fun.

”I've gotta go, babe.” I winked at Zavier's father, leaning up and kissing Zavier's cheek before his father lunged towards me. ”Bye.” Zavier's father tried grabbing ahold of me while I hurried down the hallway and down the stair rail.

”Get back here you, killer!” His father roars when I jumped off the railing and looked up at him.

”Gotta catch me, old man.” I stuck my tongue out like a child making him rush downstairs. I laughed out loud, loving that he thought that he could keep up with me while I opened the back door and closed it behind me. ”Qui oderunt me: custodi ea in medio,” I whisper, a s.h.i.+eld going around the door and preventing those who hate me from leaving the house.

”You mother-”

”Ah ah! There are children. I'll be out here if you like to watch me train!” I told him through the door, feeling him hit against the barrier.

A chuckle left my lips while I walked away from the door and looked up at the sun, enjoying the warm rays.

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