BOOK 7 - CONCEALER

Chapter 28 - The Utmost Desire

Time: 11:10 AM

"Be sure to win the last training mission, for death will be the final resort for those who are weak."

Even he said that, in myself, I am going to win it. I wanted to be the elect and be the prince of godfathers! I am not weak, I have proven that to him many times.

That masked man, with his pair of deep blue eyes staring at me like I am going to fail the training.

But the memories circled and lost. I stirred and took a deep breath to calm my inner self, the head, and all the senses. I barely feel it, barely feel the tip of my hands, my knees sore, and could not even raise my head because of the bright lights that gives the forehead the feeling of more dizziness.

But why do I remember the past?

An aroma in the air made my nose sniff absentmindedly. It was a familiar smell, thinking I had tasted it before. My stomach lurches louder, and thinking it was stopped two days ago. I sniffed the air again, tilting my head to find the source. The breath is deeper until I got it. Those are grapes.

I searched slowly in the lower part if it had some strength remaining until I found some. I stand on it. Then, setting aside the brightness, I fight over it until the focus of sight is getting clearer.

In my front, a figure of a woman in a black dress. They are an eyesore. If I see a way out, I will pay back their idiocy.

I blinked slowly many times until the sight was clear. There it is, a woman sitting in front of me while using her fingers to pick pieces of that small fruit and bring them to her mouth.

The idea is plain, but I have to make sure!

She wears a mask, only her mouth and eyes are exposed on the part of that face. But then, those eyes are in deep red.

And more.

Her hair! A curly hair, a brown curly hair! And her black diamond is on her wrist. When she put down her arm to pick those grapes again, the number is shown.

Number two!

My muscle unexpectedly gathered a lot of strength, it trembles noisily. I stared at those red eyes and her words ring again in the ears, in my head, and in all of my being.

Another boring squirt.

She stopped eating. Her hands move to her mask, silently removing it until her eyes, nose, her lips, and smooth face are now exposed under the bright lights.

"Gea," I breathe.

She is one of them. A member of that inferior group called black diamonds. And I was tricked by this woman, pushing me as my defenses gets lower to the sinkhole to whence I am unaware.

She did not speak. Just staring at me with those red, a cold stare.

"You knew all along? Since when?" My throat feels its dryness, but still eager to speak for I am anxious to know the answer!

She stands up, pacing nearer while doing a job not to destroy the connection of the eyes. "Your hair," no sweet voice but a cold one. Sending a hand to touch it.

"Don't dare touch me," I snapped. I turned my head away from it. I gritted my teeth and throw the knife through my stare. Still, her facial appearance remains the way it was. "Touch me and I will surely hunt you down." I tasted blood after that, not in awareness of biting my own lip. My anger flows freely, and suppressing is impossible except seeing her being put to death.

"Really?" But her face shows no question at all.

Suddenly and unforeseen, she grab the back of my head and pulled it. Her soft and luscious lips touched mine. Kissing deeply, enslaving all, and sealing the contempt and angry monster inside.