Lyubov Moya

Chapter 4

"Where am I?" Anh thought.

She tried to stand up and after getting her feet to work—she walked around. She can see her Twin Athanasia sobbing on her table.

"Ath!" she called out, but there's no voice coming out of her mouth.

She placed her left hand on her throat and coughed a little.

She cannot hear her own voice.

"I'm here..!" She wanted to shout.

She sprints down the dark place hands attempting to reach Athy.

"I got.. What?" She cannot touch her own sister as if she's just a ghost.

"Am I dead?" She asked herself.

She cannot feel anything but she can see her own sister. She doesn't have any voice either.

...

She jolt up waking at a different surroundings. She squinted her eyes, white bed sheets and plain gray walls. At the other side of the wall there's a single window with a thick black curtain. There is no tables chairs and couches.. Just an empty room.

"Where am I?" she rubbed her eyes.

Then the previous moment before she passed out flashed on her eyes. She remembered the voices and the dead bodies.. the dead body of the waitress on her feet.

"Glad to see you awake." a voice behind the curtain said.

"Who are you?" she said clutching the sheets on her chest. She doesn't have any weapon with her and her magic is just average..

"My pretty puppy.." a man with purple orbs said.

"Puppy?" she glared.

"A puppy.. A stray puppy to be exact." he said taking a step in front of her.

"Did you kill those people?" she asked quietly.

"I did.." He didn't even hesitate to tell the truth. "Fyodor Dostoevsky.." He offered his hand "In easy say, I want you to join me." he said getting  straight to the point.

"Join you? After you kill those innocent people and after attacking the agency?" Her glare sharpen.

"Feisty little puppy are you.." he smiled hands reaching her smooth face.

"You cannot hurt me." she confidently said.

Claude's magic is strong near on par with Lucas so no one can break the protection magic he gave the Twins.

Her Blue-jeweled eyes widen. He's holding her face.
"Impossible.. The protection spell.."

"Protection? Looks like you don't have any powers left." He said bringing his face closer to her and smirked. "A spell huh.. Can't you see? It seems like the longer you stay here you lose your 'magic'," he took a step backwards releasing his hold on her small face. "Lucky you, I managed to snatch you away from the bad guys.."

"Aren't you the bad one? You killed innocent—"

"How did you know they are innocent?" his purple eyes bore on her jeweled ones.

"I—Because.."

"Do not assume that much.."

"Why are you doing this?" She asked her hands fiddling the white sheets.

"Nothing.. I just want to help you.." he said.

She knows that this man hides something. Behind that smile is a hollow soul, behind his eyes is a cruel man.