Chapter Eleven

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The wind was slamming against the window. It was partially forced today. Banging and trying to break in no matter what. If it couldn't get inside the house it'll make noises that'll be hard for humans. But it will protest.

The strength of the wind was needed by my system. I was gazing outside the window. The night was aggressive today. The thunder growled. The sky let down all the water. It was pouring. I sat beside the fireplace. Numb.

While the sky cried, I realized my tears dried up. I couldn't count how many times I had asked myself, 'What have you done?'

Only if I had left early. Only if Nabi had not come back from her trip, I would have been here alone and would have had no responsibility up my sleeve. I would not have been responsible for the jailing of my friends.

My brother must be scouring the world trying to find me. Steve must be going crazy. The cafe lost both of its employees, including me and Sara.

I had no idea what Zohan would do with them. I just know that he'll keep me here forever. But I had no clue what he'll do to them. Whenever any possibilities came into my head I shook them away because they were gut-wrenching.

I sighed. I prayed silently.

The door to the library I was in opened, revealing a shadow or more like a figure. I sat up. I was unable to do more than that because for two days straight I had only a glass of water. Yes, I wished to be as strong as the wind.

The figure came in light, standing tall and broad just a few feet away from me. He had long blonde hair and a muscular body. His eyes, those eyes, resemble the same man of my miseries. I shuddered.

I could tell by his face, he knew that I was slightly scared. He looked rather pleased than pissed off like before as if I was willingly staying in his house.

He nodded at me. I was confused.

He sighed. "Nice to meet you, at my library. I didn't think I would have found you here." He said.

His library? I didn't even know whose library I was in.

He came forward. I could sense that he was nervous. I could see his muscles tensing. He looked much younger than Zohan Salvatore. I did not assume who he might be.

He looked at me. "Oh, I did not introduce myself did I? I am Dante. Nice to meet you." He smiled awkwardly and let forward his hand.

I looked at his hand in front of me. Slowly I shook his hand, confused. "I-I am Gloria." I couldn't form words more than these.

He smiled a little, relieved as if. "Well, how are you liking here?" He awkwardly swayed his hands around him indicating the library. He was still nervous.

I tried to smile as well. He was the first person who has been nice to me in this house except for Alice. "I like it here."

Yes again, he smiled awkwardly. "Have you checked out the books yet?" He asked and hurriedly picked out a book. It was fiction. He handed it out to me. "You'll like it."

I analyzed the book. This was the same book I used to love back in Highschool. Everything about this story was so gripping. I was sucked into the world of fiction through this book.

"I love this book," I said. "The storyline is insane."

"Really? You think so?" His eyes lit up as if he was a kid. He almost jumped out of happiness as he softly took my hand and showed me around the library.

I did not want to admit this but he was so crazy about books that it was refreshing. He jumped around like a monkey, from here to there showing me books of different genres. I also followed him and showed him the books I liked.

This mansion had this huge library that contained almost all of the books in this world. He looked like a five-year-old kid and I looked no different.

"How about this?" He gave me the second book of a series.

I took it. "Is this–" My head spun rapidly. I gripped the stack of books beside me.

"Hey, Hey, hey." All the books in his hand fell as he held me in place.

I could not stand any longer. I tried to collect my vision but failed. Everything was blurry. Haze and fog blurred my vision. I tried to focus. I held him tight when I could not take it anymore. Darkness engulfed me.

Heavy light fell on me. I twitched my eyes and groaned. Putting a hand on my face I looked around. "Gosh, where am I?" The words slipped out of my mouth.

I felt the space beside me dipping down. I looked at the person. Dante. He sat beside me. "You are in your room." He said.

"Oh," I had a pipe stuck to my hands. I looked at him.

"Well, the doctors gave it to you. You've been starving yourself and that's why you fainted." He said and sat on the tool.

Alice was in front of me. Her face looked worried, all the time. And now, she was much more worried.

I looked at Dante. The man I met a few hours ago who looks like a murderer but was such a delightful man. I wondered who he might be. Why would he be so kind to take me to my bedroom after I fainted? No one related to the Salvatores would be this kind. They were not supposed to.

"You good, now. No worries. Alice got you some warm soup." He smiled endearingly.

Alice placed a table in front of me. The bowl of soup was warm and just as good. I did not realize how hungry I was until I finished the whole thing in one go. I felt so much better after I was done. I felt energized.

Dante smiled at me. I looked at him. "Could I ask you something, Dante?"

He nodded. His eyes lit up once again. Whenever it did, it made me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. He seemed like a little brother I made happy.

"Who are you?" My question came out rude.

"Oh," He realized. "Well, I am the brother of your husband. Dante Salvatore." He said and gave me a goofy smile.

This time his smile shocked me to my core. How could two brothers be so much different? I slightly assumed them to be related but I did not expect them to be brothers. They were polar apart.

"Really?" My voice stated my surprise. The sound of the door opening made me look in the direction of the door.

Zohan came in. He looked at me. I looked at him. I looked at Dante. An idea sparked in my head, the perfect one that could get me out of this trouble could not be anyone else but Dante Salvatore, the brother of the man of my troubles.


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