The Lost Heirs Vendetta

Chapter 6: A Turn of Events

The night seemed to drag on forever after that and as much as I tried to occupy myself by talking with my people and eating chocolates. I couldn't get Darian's blue eyes and beautiful black hair out of my head. For our first encounter together, he seemed to be nice which confused me. I thought he would hate me as much as I hated him, but instead he seemed calm and collected— at least way more than I was.

It's later now and there are less people than there were before but still quite a few. Most of the people that are here are laughing uncontrollably and are visibly drunk and I'm sure are very unable to get home by themselves.

I spot Brock from across the room and when his eyes meet mine, he starts to make his way through the crowd. I wanted to keep avoiding him since I was still simmering with anger for him deep inside me. I couldn't deny, though, how much I wanted to talk to him again.

"Is everything okay, Aleah?" He asked the moment he reached me. "I saw you and Prince Darian talking earlier and I would have come to talk to you earlier but Tristain and I got caught up with something."

At the mention of Darian's name, I scan the crowd in search of him. Brock notices my searching eyes. "He's been talking with Mother for the past hour. Don't worry, I've been keeping an eye on him."

My eyes bolt over to the thrones and I do indeed so Darian talking with my mother, both of them laughing at something Darian said.

"Do you know what they've been talking about?" I asked with annoyance staining my voice, How could he have befriended my mother so quickly? I looked to my father sitting right next to her and noticed that he wasn't as friendly looking towards Darian. He glared at him through lowered brows and took a sip of his wine, not taking even one eye off Darian as he did so.

Good, I thought. As long as father was at least still on my side.

"No idea," Brock says with a sigh. The last time we spoke was when I asked him why he and Mother were so mad at each other and earlier today, however I refused to speak with him at that time. I remember him telling me that he and mother had an argument but he couldn't tell me about what. He didn't even try to lie to me, he just said he couldn't tell me anything. The anger I felt at the moment must have shown on my face, I suddenly felt hot again. At least he told me the truth, I suppose.

"Aleah, I um, I know you're mad at me about not telling you what's been going on lately. But I've been thinking it over and I think I want to tell you now."

I turn to him, eager to hear what he has to say. At that moment, I forgot about the heat crawling up my neck. I study Brock's face, expecting, waiting for an answer. He takes my hands and leads me out into the empty hallway just outside the ballroom. He looks around as if to make sure no one can hear us he begins to speak.

"I don't really know how to say this, Aleah. And I don't know how you'll react to it either," he says with a hand behind his neck. He looks really nervous to say anything which also makes me kind of nervous too but I wasn't about to stop him from saying what he needed to say.

"Brock," I say, "I can handle it. I promise."

He takes a short breath and nods. "Aleah," he begins, another deep breath, "you have powers."

No. No, I don't have powers. There's no way. I would have known. I would have felt it. 8 years without feeling a thing? That's almost impossible.

"No, Brock. That's not possible."

"Except it is," he says.

"Is that what you and mother were arguing about then?"

"Yes," he says quickly, "and Aleah, I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner—"

"No. If I really do have powers, then why didn't Mother tell me when I was ten? She would have saved me years of suffering at Amora's hands and judgment from not only mom and dad but our people too."