"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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"Everything's fine. Just breathe" I pant, my body completely covering hers and sweat dripping from my neck. She's not responding to me. She's not fucking responding.
"Iris, look at me" I grab her chin and force her to look into my eyes. I don't like seeing those stupid, bland, brown fucking eyes scared.
She's trembling. Her body's shaking so badly and it's near impossible to get her out of this mess in a situation like this.
"Get under the table. Don't come out unless I tell you to. Okay?" Still holding her chin between my fingers, I see her eyes turn glassy when she looks around the scene.
"Am I understood, Astraea?" She finally shakes her head slightly, just enough for me to make out a nod.
Good.
I reach for my gun and point it straight towards one of Tyril's fucking dickheads.
When Felix told me that he saw her with a girl in cafe 360, I just shook off the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, but then I had an outrageous fucking phone call saying that there was an attack on the cafe and I swear to God my heart fell to the fucking floor.
I can't stand seeing fear in those stupid fucking eyes.
"Zane, more incoming" "Is Astraea's friend with you?" There's shouting on the other end before he speaks. "She's fucking insane, Zane. Her entire friend group must be like her"
I chuckle, wiping the blood on my cheekbone with the back of my hand. Someone's gonna get ripped apart today.
Soon enough, all of Tyril's minions lay on the ground. Some dead, some injured, some barely alive.
I spot Astraea, her arms tightly wrapped around her friend.
God, I wish I was her friend right now.
Does being her friend come with free hugs? If so, sign me up.
"I got so scared" she mumbles into her friend's hair. Her voice is so weak. So scared. So fucking shaky.
I hate it.
"It's okay" her friend gently strokes her hair, comforting her.
Then, she does something I was not expecting.
She walks over to Felix and wraps her arms around his torso, burying her face in his chest. He stills, staring her down with a confused expression.
He looks at me for help, but I don't move a muscle. Other than the constant clenching of my jaw, my body remains solid.
