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When a sorceress meets a band of delinquents to execute her aim and amplify her powers; things turn into a mayhem of discernment and mistrust. In order to achieve what they both desire, they attempt to climb over their differences. But it i...
♫ track playing: start a war by klergy, valerie broussard
The second meeting comes together in the following week, I sit next to Via as the waiter brings over our drinks. We reserved a secluded zone in one of the casino bars, I chug the drink down feeling enervated by the attention banding on me. The guys arrived precisely on time. As they sit around me drinking their picked beverage, I feel comically self-assured.
That is until I feel my spine solidify with a chill brisking every inch of clarity within me. I hold back the gasp begging to be vocalized as my fists clench, my heart rate accelerates and my vision begins to hitch. Grassy mist begings to surround me and my body fails to move at my accord. "Fuck." I mumble just as everything around me dissolves into the vapor ― the men and Via disappear before my eyes and instead, a few feets away, stands Alma Dragnis herself.
Her green eyes meet mine and I can move my body again, her grin widens with an understanding that humbles every potent fibre inside of me. "So it's true." Her voice is a lethal whisper carrying through the mist surrounding us.
"You've lost your strength." The victory shines corruptly in her eyes.
"Don't celebrate yet." I grind out as she walks towards me with a vigorous pose only she can master. I raise my chin, meeting her vindictive eyes heedily and refusing to back down despite the physical torment she causes with every step she takes.
"Oh, celebration is due, daughter." She stops in front of me, running her long nail down my jaw and the fire in her eyes worsens, "Why must we be so distant?" She whispers, the motherly warmth absent from her voice, but a possessive spell reeking through her.
I will my hand to rise and grip her wrist, pulling it away from my face and glaring her down, "Because you're not my mother." I know I was tempting my doom, especially by standing in front of the divinity of evil with power that can't hurt her nail. "Watch your back, Alma. I'm not going to be barren for long." I let go of her wrist and step back, I incline my mind and flick my forefinger to propagate the mist. I know what I am doing and the umbrage in Alma's eyes confirms that I've aggrieved her yet again by dismissing her.
She smiles sickeningly, "I rather like you barren, daughter. I'm going to make sure you stay that way." The mist disappears and I return back to my sense, sitting among the seven delinquents and Via. None of their attentions steered from their ongoing conversation, Via is talking to Jung Hoseok, I wipe the sweat off my palms on my dress before standing up to excuse myself when my breath hitches as I meet Jimin's eyes from across the table.
He is leaned back, a whiskey glass held slackly in his hand and sporting a manspread. It is the severity with which he stares back at me that sends a nervous tickle down my back. His all knowing eyes and slight smirk disturb me. And as I walk to the washroom, I feel those grey eyes following me all the way, disconcerting me with a vexing force.
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"I can't do this, not with her tailing me, Via. You don't get it, it's going to be a mayhem. I don't need that sort of humiliation in front of those bandits." I pace across the hallway as Via stands to the side with an anxious expression, she knew how severe it was to piss Alma Dragnis off but what she wasn't aware of was the degree of hostility that radiated from the woman when her blood defied her.
"You need to calm down. It's not like she openly challenged you." Via adds meekly and I stop to stare at her hollowly. My deadpan mood forces her to gulp her next words in. "Fuck, she really challenged you. Doom is your destiny then." I can't touch Alma's hair but I am very tempted to take Via's pretty neck between my slim fingers and snap it like a twig. She's supposed to be my partner not the doom deviser.
"Okay, I'm going to leave you alone before you mutate me into a painting and hang me on this wall." She smiles sheepishly before skidding off into the main area where I said goodbye to the bandits with the promise of seeing them at the airport next week.
"Aghhhh." I kick the wall before standing up straight, peeking to check if someone has witnessed my outburst when my eyes land on the silhouette standing a feet away from the doorway. The long hair undeniably belonged to the guy named Jungkook, his docile face and somber walk alerts me.
"How long have you been standing there?" I ask, inching back when he approaches me.
"Just arrived." He drawls, facing the painting and focusing on it. But I know he's heard more than he should have and that . . . worries me. No one can possess even the hint of my revival or my power.
"I have a question." He doesn't glance my way.
So I continue, "How dangerous is this heist?" He waits a beat before glancing at me, keeping the eye contact before he looks back at the painting. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he starts to walk away without bothering to answer me.
"You don't need to worry." He stops right before the door, "It's nothing you can't handle, Lana." My breath hitches and lungs squeeze. Lana. My real name. How does he know.
"My name's Luna." I say fixedly. I can feel his smile, even though he isn't facing me.
"Sure." And with the vague and mocking reply, he walks out. Leaving me to stand there and consider every minute of interaction I've had with these men in the last two meetings.
Where did I slip.
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A/N: I'm loving writing this so much omg. Thanks for reading <3 What do we think of Jungkook?
