"Please, come back to me."
"I never left."
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Clara Carter, the troublemaker of Aerilon University. Someone who can make you fall for her looks and at the same time can make you reg...
I was so engrossed in what was going on that I didn't notice it was a girl.
Her body, when I look at her, is solid and powerful, like if she were one of those athletes. Her voice can screw your hearing system and give you goosebumps, and her posture is bold and aggressive.
The thought of Stefan and Christopher knowing someone like her, who is clearly involved in criminal activities, makes my brain go numb.
Mae, the girl, tilts her head wickedly towards our direction, or more precisely, the ones who called out her name.
As my heart beats inside my cage, I gulp. She takes a few seconds to scrutinize Stefan first, and then Christopher.
Her eyes, even through those dark glasses, scream danger.
"Holy fuckers crap!"
Her hand quickly pulls the mask, glasses, and then the hood, revealing her face, as her loud and fierce cursing echoes throughout the house.
As I study and take in her every facial feature, sweat drips down my brow. Brunettes tightly tied up in a high ponytail, naturally tanned skin, and brown-green eyes, intelligent and sharp, actively shifting their focus point
Something about her appearance strikes me, but my mind refuses to grasp and pinpoint it in this tense atmosphere.
Straightening up, the two gun-wielding men tuck their weapons behind their backs.
Mom and Dad breathe a sigh of relief but remain in their positions. Christopher, too, takes a big breath and runs his hand through his hair, possibly cursing under his breath.
Mae takes off her jacket and harness and tosses them into a corner of the room carelessly. She grabs one of her men's hair with force, urging his head to face her.
She growls in his ear, her grasp brutally tightening, "That fucker had one job."
We all stand silently, terrified, watching her rage flow over into her acts.
She hisses and walks away from the man. When her eyes land on me after my agonizing silence, my breath hitches in my throat.
She walks past Stefan, who doesn't stop her, her head inclined at a deliberate angle. My pulse quickens when I hear the sound of the 6-inch heel I initially missed.
I can, and should, take a step back from her, but my legs are stuck in such a position that I forget I have the option to walk away from her piercing gaze.
As she narrows her gaze on me, her lips twitch in a smirk.
"Who are you?" she asks nonchalantly. "Do I know you?"
My brows appear furrowed in disbelief. Why would someone as threatening and dangerous as her be aware of my existence?
"That's my sister,"
After answering, Christopher simply walks up to the dining table and downs a full glass of water.
My mental state is similar to that of a deer caught in headlights: I have no idea what's going on or what will happen next.
What gives my brother such a calm demeanor? Does he know this girl? How does he know someone like her? Why?
She exclaims, snapping her fingers in front of my face, "Gotcha!"
"Can someone maybe explain what's going on?" Dad asks, his voice trembling.
Stefan, Christopher, and Mae exchange glances as though their minds are linked.
"Dad," begins my brother. "You don't have to be worried. Everything's fine."
My parents aren't convinced. And why would they? I don't believe anything is fine either.
Strange people break into our house with guns, threatening our lives, and now we learn that my brother and Stefan know them.
I'm about to pass out.
Dad tries to argue but is stopped by Christopher's assurances.
Stefan had his back to me the entire time. He turns around to inspect me from head to toe to ensure my safety.
Physically, I'm safe but mentally, I'm doomed.
Christopher stutters, "Let's go upstairs to my room. Let's not make this a scene again. Mom, Dad, I'll explain everything later, okay?"
My parents, being the wise elders that they are, nod at him.
Stefan rushes up to me and grips my shoulders, giving them a soothing squeeze I didn't realize I needed. His presence, as well as the tenderness in his gaze, calms me a little.
"Let's go," Stefan whispers.
"Before we go, I noticed that when I arrived, and I can't stop myself, alright?" Mae squeals, mimicking a baby sound on purpose, as she grabs a slice of cake from the dessert table my mother had set up. "Okay, upstairs, here we come."
What the fuck just happened to her voice?
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