𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ✔︎ ━ 𝖱𝖨𝖣𝖣𝖫𝖤

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

I grabbed her forearm and bent it toward her hips. "Stop saying stuff you'll regret." Is all I said. My firm was tight, up until a few moments later I decided it would be best to let go.

She gave me a look of pure hatred, which I didn't exactly blame her for. I went back over to Nicholas and gave him a look like I was done with absolutely anything and everything.

"I need to get out of here." I said to Nicholas. He turned back to me with a concerned face. I dashed through the crowd of people at the quickest walking pace I've ever bestowed.

The look on my face was probably that of pure hatred. I swung the door open and walked quickly down the hallway. I had to get out of there. It was too crowded, it was too loud.

The hallway was dead silent, aside from the click my heels made with every step. I turned a sharp corner which immediately brought me into one of the many courtyards.

I only realized my mistake of taking that turn when heavy rain began pouring onto my face and body. Of course, out of all the nights, I decide to walk aimlessly into the courtyard while it's pouring rain. Just my luck.

Since I was already drenched, I came to the conclusion that walking further couldn't do me any harm. I walked toward the center, where a row of trees stood, accompanied by four dark oak benches.

It was pitch black, and because of the rain I could only see a few feet in front of me. But it was strangely enthralling. I didn't know what lurked behind the shadows of rain and darkness.

I took a seat on one of the benches, studying my legs with my eyes. Lightning striked not far from the school. It was so close that the blink of light allowed me to see that I wasn't alone.

I could see four figures, all masculine frames. Now that worried me. I stood up from the bench and tried to check my pockets for my wand, only to realize I was wearing a dress, and I hadn't brought my wand.

The four figures stepped into view, and in that moment I knew nothing good was about to happen.

On the far left was Adam. He was the shortest among them, but still tall enough that I had to look up to meet his eyes.

Next to him stood Zachary, who wore a blank expression. His brown, curly hair was flattened against his face, soaked with water.

Next to him, Nicholas. He had a face of worry. His white collared shirt was soaked to the point where it was completely see-through. Due to the presence of others, I couldn't allow myself to look.

And lastly, Tom. He was holding an umbrella, which I immediately concluded he was prepared for this weather. He wore a long, black leather trench coat.

"What's the occasion?" I asked loudly, my voice making an incline over the rain. They didn't stop looking at me. This only worried me more. Had I done something bad?

"We're ready for you to make your choice." Tom replied. As the words exited his lips, a large eruption of thunder echoed across the courtyard. My choice? As in who I'm being forced to marry?

"No." I replied firmly, looking directly into Tom's eyes. He tilted his head slightly to the left, raising an eyebrow. There's no way I'm making this choice, at least not until I know.

"Then are we going to have to make it for you?" Tom asked with a sly grin. I pinched my brows together. "We will duel, like Wizards, to earn your hand." Tom finished with a glance toward his brothers.

He couldn't be serious. But Tom is always serious.

"There's no way that's happening." I said angrily. Tom closed his umbrella and sat it on the ground, then took out his wand.