The Divine Gifted

17: The Rival

Flynn hung up the phone and got up to look at himself in the mirror. He looked fine. His collared shirt and dress pants were nice enough. His blindfold looked less charming than no blindfold, but his eyes were so damaged it would give anyone pause.

He got a text on his phone from Chase.

Ch: Go to Crystal's room and exit the palace from her balcony.

He put his phone in his pocket as he grabbed his coat.

He slid it on over his collared shirt. It draped low and was pitch black.

The coat was special. It was given to him from his former boss. He died before Flynn gained his current position, but he was like his teacher then.

Flynn left his room as he walked down the hall to Crystal's room.

He knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

He forgot how feminine her voice was when she wasn't pretending to be Christopher.

"Flynn."

He heard a sigh before she replied, "Come in."

He opened the door and slipped in as he looked around. The room wasn't nearly as nice as his, but then again, she was a servant.

She scoffed as he closed the door behind him, "I still can't believe that my brother invited you."

His jaw dropped. The blindfold was a thin fabric, so he was able to still see his surroundings.

She was drop-dead GORGEOUS. Her hair was long to her waist; luscious and wavy. Her skin was smooth and glowing. Her angel face lightly covered in makeup; bringing out her eyes.

Her dress was short a black. He nearly fainted seeing her without a binder on. Her chest, thighs, everything was to perfection.

He lifted one side of his blindfold to steal a quick look at her as she applied lipstick in her mirror.

She stood up and walked over to him. He could hardly breathe, let alone say a word.

She crossed her arms, standing way shorter than him, "What? Never seen a woman in a dress before?"

Don't start blushing, don't start blushing. He looked away as he cleared his throat.

"I didn't say anything. Anyways, your brother told me to leave from your balcony."

She nodded as she walked to the doors. She opened them as she walked out to the open view of Copenhagen. The night lights twinkled through the city. The ambiance of the night life. A gentle breeze filled the air, as her long waves flew like a flag in the wind.

He walked out there, too, as she stood up on the ledge. She made a jump to the lower roof, and he followed.

The two were on the top center of the roof. They walked along it under the night sky.

They walked along the roof as he brought up, "So -"

She didn't acknowledge him and just kept walking.

"How were the princesses, Chrissy."

She immediately cut him off as she turned to face him, "Okay, listen up. You may have been able with teasing 'Chrissy' for the past two weeks, but you WILL stay out of my way."

He looked surprised but not annoyed with her attitude, "So I'm taking this isn't a friendly truce?"

She looked annoyed, Sligh showing her teeth.

"My brother may trust you, but I don't."

He watched her as she kneeled down and touched the roof. Suddenly, a patched of ice formed as she slid down to the palace grounds. He jumped after her as they reached the gates.