[Book #2 in the Nystrom series.]
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[Dual pov]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the boo...
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- AMAYA'S POV -
"Morning," Hiro smiles as I enter the kitchen and spot him and Sora sitting there without my mother. I returned home right away after spying on Adams and his friends yesterday, trained all day, and then went to bed. I'm worn out.
When he sees the bruise on the side of my face, right on my left cheek, he frowns in confusion.
"What happened?" I groan as he starts asking questions, now that they are both interested, "Training, it's nothing." I move up to the kitchen counter and lay my lower back against it while smiling.
"It's nothing? Do you see how huge it is?" I frown when Sora joins our conversation, "I studied medical care, I know these kinds of wounds." They groan at my words because they know they have no voice in this since they lack the required certificates.
My eyes narrow as I observe Sora and Hiro exchange suspicious looks while remaining silent.
"Alright. What is it?" The silence comes to a halt when I speak up. It's too early for this mysterious shit.
When the bruise on my left cheekbones begins to sting once again, agony shoots through the many facial nerves, forcing my face to scrunch up in discomfort. If that asshole destroyed my face--Shit never mind, he is already dead.
"Okay, so you know we appreciate you, right?" When Sora starts, I have to consciously restrain myself from frowning. Why are they acting as if they're in a movie? I hate when people try to avoid a topic.
"I do not care. Can you please get to the point?"I ask them as I take a porcelain cup from the counter and pour some coffee for myself.
I swear, I'm not really that mean to them. I'm just grumpy at this time in the morning.
As I lift the coffee mug to my lips and take a sip while looking at them both, Hiro suddenly says, "We think you should visit a therapist,"
I laugh and withdraw the cup from my lips, "Where is this coming from?"
"Amaya. You've been scared of fire you're whole life. Even a flame of a candle scares you," I briefly close my eyes while Hiro continues to speak.
"See? You can't even handle the mention of fire." Hiro resumes, and I set the cup on the counter while turning around to cover my face.
"I have pyrophobia. A therapist won't make that go away," I take a breath and support myself by placing my hands on the kitchen counter.
"You do not even know why you're afraid of fire, don't you want to know?" My younger brother raises a question.
