The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Fifty-three: the new guy (3)

Krystal's POV

   The limo carriage drove fast and roughly. Everyone was talking except Lynn. He was busy gawking at my legs. I finally took off the cloak before boarding the carriage and the reaction I got was satisfying. He hadn't stopped staring since I took it off. I wasn't wearing anything significantly flashy. My dress didn't even have a drop of color to its beauty. The dress was a little black body con dress; a micro mini dress. The material was very sparkly and it was the only thing sparkling about my outfit. I paired the dress with black ankle thin-heel boots and black statement bracelets. So you see? The dress was worn to accentuate my legs and curves.

«You know, Krystal, you're messing around unnecessarily. Just let him fuck you so he will focus on us alone,»

«I'll pass.»

   I averted my eyes from Lynn to Lenius, the guy I was yet to ally with by befriending. I wish I could do something else other than be his friend, but I couldn't. It wasn't just because it was needed, but also because I felt the irresistible urge to. Straightening my back with my legs still crossed, I rested my back on the seat and leaned closer to him. He was sitting right next to me while Lynn sat opposite me, between the princesses who have been glaring at me the whole time. I daintily placed my fingernails on his arm, grabbing his attention. Unlike Lynn, Lenius looked away from me a few minutes after staring. I already knew he would be one of those "almost impossible to seduce" kind of guys. It was perfect. I didn't need him to fall for me, I just needed him to work FOR me.

   "So, Lenius," I started, running my nails down his arms, "is it okay if I call you that?"

   "No, it is not okay," he said coldly.

   "Oh, then what—"

   "Lee, that's what you must call me. You're the only one allowed to call me that," I tilted my head in confusion as an image of the younger version of me stood over a little boy with a book in her hand and her other hand on her hip. Her little hips were cocked and she had a cold expression on her face, but I could tell that it was more of an expression an overprotective big sister would give her reckless little brother. I couldn't see his face and he was wearing a hood over his head, hiding as if afraid and ashamed.

What is this?

   "Krystal?" He called, snapping me back to reality. I hummed, leaning into him even more. I felt sort of comfortable with him. "Aida told me your first instinct is to break the bones of people who touch you," I nodded, "so why are you touching me?"

   "I don't know, some kind of instinct," I admitted, shrugging my shoulders. "Got a problem with that?"

   "Nope, not even a pinch," he said with a smile. I looked back at him and smiled. Making conversation with him didn't seem difficult. We started a conversation, switching from our favorite skills to our favorite philosophy. I enjoyed reading those books, but I wasn't the kind that let them impact my life and so was Lenius. We just loved reading it for the fun of it. I also learned that Lenius was a year younger, a few months older than Aida. We shared a lot of things in common and there was an extra connection between us that was hard to pinpoint or fathom. It wasn't the bond of the guardians, it was something else.

   “Krystal,” Lynn called through our mind link. I completely forgot about him. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes.

   “What do you want?”

   “You, I want you far away from that cock. You are both too close. Haven't I endured enough?” I ignored him. The carriage swayed roughly, causing me to lose my balance a bit and fall on Lenius. Since I already fell, I placed my head on his strong chest. He wrapped his hand around my waist to support me but instead of feeling the sparks I thought I would feel, I felt nothing. There was no life in his touch, no surging electricity, no bone-wracking chill. There was just a distant and faint pinch as if it was mine but not mine. His touch wasn't like Lynn's.