Glamour [Book 1] (Completed)

Chapter 16 | Fate Bound

Chapter 16

Nick and Ron both cursed under their breaths. Quietboy was sprawled out on the sandy floor with waves of salt water licking the tips of his white hair. In the near-distance a looming figure struts toward us, he has a lean figure and a threatening presence. When he was close enough so that I could see his blonde hair my chest tightened.

"What a lovely place to marry a man." he states, grinning out into the horizon that slips in to the ocean. He was what I imagined as my storybook character in 'Where the Thicket Grows" and just thinking that brought chills to my arms.

"Who the hell are you?" Nick presses the palm of his right hand to my chest, and tries to shield me.

The man with short tufts of blonde hair chuckles, and he spreads his fingers out to let the breeze pass through his fingertips. "My name is Oliver."

"Are you Rey Muerto?" Ron sucks in a breath, and I can see that his hands have balled in to fists.

"I don't know, am I?" Blondie doesn't stop gazing out into the open ocean, but I can tell he knew he was safe and comfortable right where he was.

Nick takes a step toward him, but the white bonfire starts to climb higher into the sky and defuse the oncoming night. I wasn't sure if I should have said something, maybe a warning to the boys that I had seen this man before. He was the one who came into my room: seeming to carry my Love Potion with him. Whether he still had it or not was the dangerous question- whether or not it works. "You said your name was Oliver?" I questioned instead, and he turns to face me.

"That's right, Princess."

"Enough talk!" Nick has already begun after Oliver; his feet tossing mouthfuls of wet sand into the open air.

In one blow Oliver side-steps and kicks out a foot: sending Nick straight to the soft ground.

"What the-." Ron grunts, and turns toward me with an apologetic look lingering on his face. He mouths the words: 'I'm sorry' and bounds to the exact same fate as Nick. They both lay like limp bodies in the sand, being rocked back and forth as each wave comes to slowly drag them into the cold depths of the Pacific.

"Now we can talk." Oliver doesn't engage me and instead he studies both Nick and Ron. "Were you really going to choose one of them to mate with?"

"It's a matching, neither of them are my mates. This isn't some love ritual- it's for more power." I simply state: trying to maintain bravado in front of a man who could easily kill me.

"I see. So they mean nothing to you?"

"No," I pause and eye Oliver meaningfully, "they mean much more."

Oliver huffs, and crosses his arms over his chest, before bending his head down and looking up at me through his eyebrows. "You remember me, right? It wasn't too long ago we met."

"I remember you. You stole my Potion."

"Oh! Right! Well, I will tell you now that it worked nicely."

"Good for you, make her happy."

Oliver's faces starts to twist up and his cheeks puff up. Soon he's let out a large gasping breath and hunches over, "My God, she doesn't even know! Ha! Haha! Hahaha! You seriously haven't even figured it out?" His face starts to turn pink, and water starts to develop in his blue eyes, "you really are a perfect fit!"

"Excuse me?" I purse my lips and hug my arms across my chest.

Once Oliver recuperated he stand taller and stepped over to me, resting a hand on my shoulder, "I think I will let it simmer for a little while. We will meet again! By the way, have fun explaining this mess to your superiors, they look quiet jarred." he winks a flawless eyelid over his sparkling eyes and vanishes like a wisp of smoke.

This guy thinks he's funny!

I sigh, and rush over to the boys who are half-an-inch deep in ocean water. They were both rather pale- but still breathing.

"What happened here?" My mother's shrill scream bounces off the flat piles of sand around us, continuing down the beach where Oliver had come from.

That bastard.

I ignore my mother's complaints and continue to do CPR on Nick by pressing on his chest and pressing my lips to his so I could get the lungs open. When he starts to regurgitate water I move on to Ron: earning the same gagging result. They were both pretty flustered and confused; they seemed to not remember anything about Oliver- including a yawning Quietboy.

"I'm sorry mom, I was practicing a sleeping spell- to show off and it ended up causing them to pass out in the sand. I stood here in a trance for a moment- not completely realizing I was at fault. Please forgive me- we can go on with the ritual...?"

"No. I have chosen your match for you already."

I sucked in a breath, she can't do this! It was my choice who I wanted to be matched with! Not my mother's! "Mom!" I screeched angrily at her, not wanting to look at which boy I was to be forced to be with. If I were to pick and choose...it would be sweet little Ron.

"You will be matched with Ezra."