When Amberle Onyx Fell puts her life in danger at the most critical time during the destruction of The Other Side, she jeopardises not only her own future but also that of her frenemy, Lorenzo St. John.
The world they used to know is no longer the s...
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~ ETIAM SANATO VULNERE CICATRIX MANET ~
AMBERLE'S POV
An unexpected knock woke me from what had been a well-needed Monday morning slumber.
With a yawn, I stumbled off the mattress and sauntered over to the door, hoping whoever it was didn't have an aversion to bed-head and Disney pyjamas.
Turns out I'd prepared an apology for nothing since the only thing that greeted me was an empty dormitory hallway. I peered back and forth in search of the culprit, finding no one. I'd managed to answer reasonably fast, so the chance of someone running away without getting caught was unlikely, though not impossible.
"Hello?" I called. Nothing.
Stupid frat boys.
Just as I was about to close the door and snuggle back under the covers, a glistening out the corner of my eye made me pause. I glanced down at the object outside the threshold: a small blue box with a silver bow. I frowned, reaching for it.
No tags. No name. No clue whatsoever as to who had left the gift.
I initially wondered if someone had made a mistake, leaving it at the wrong dorm room, but unable to ignore the curiosity willing me to take a peek inside, I opened the lid as I made my way towards my bed... just in case.
And there, in a white case with a reflective Apple logo on the back, was an iPhone, identical to the one I'd destroyed in the crash. It couldn't have been the same one, of course, since that was currently on my nightstand waiting to be fixed. No, this phone was brand new.
It all became clear. I had a strong feeling I knew exactly who had left the box and why I hadn't seen them.
Scrolling through the device that had already been set up, I searched for any proof of my suspicions. When a name – the only name – appeared in the contact list, I shook my head with a sigh.
'Kai😈'.
I didn't know whether to be angry or grateful. I considered throwing the phone back into the box and leaving it outside for some rando to take – the thought of Kai waiting for me to call only for it to be a stranger on the other line was almost too good to pass up – but after much deliberation, I eventually decided against it.
I did need a phone, after all. Does it really matter who bought it for me? If he'd paid for it, that is...
There was only one person I wanted to contact, and suffice to say, it wasn't Kai. I hovered my thumb above the delete button, ready to cut him out of my life in every way possible.
But I paused, unable to go through with it. Just in case, I told myself. What if he calls and I need to know not to answer it? What if we need a way to find him, and the only person he'll answer is me?
