Roses of Possession (BOOK 1 || EDITING)

8: Misconceptions

☪Dark and Mysterious Love Trilogy:

"Roses of Possession"

8: Misconceptions

"What do you mean that I was with him the entire time?"

Jane stood there, half of her world revolving around her; she stood there, completely lost. What could Harry possibly mean? He sure wasn't telling her that the guy she just bumped into was Zayn; is he? Jane's eyes widened, her heart pounded as realization sets in her.

So, it was him.

It was Zayn.

She was with him the entire time.

The absolute fact that Jane actually talked to him wasn't the cause of her nerves. It was the words that escaped her mouth the whole conversation -that's what's responsible for her worries. A gasp escaped her lips upon realizing and letting everything settle in slowly.

She actually told Zayn she despise him.

She, for once, told him how much she hates him.

"H-H- Harry..." Jane stuttered, not being able to feel herself anymore. She was scared, nervous and maybe even threatened. Now, how could she be so sure that she has Zayn's full trust? How could she be so sure that everything will go on the easy way?

Harry didn't speak nor, move. He just stared at a breathless Jane before him. He could hear whispers down the hall when he went looking for Jane. He could hear Zayn's familiar strides. It feared him but he didn't want to think that negatively so he let it.

Then, the sight flashed before his eyes; revealing that he was thinking right. For no explainable reason, there's something about Zayn and Jane that makes Harry's blood boil from the pit of his stomach in all of a sudden. Maybe because Harry knows Jane is Zayn's only way or maybe because he's angry that Zayn has to use her.

Harry doesn't know.

"Are you telling me... that...-" Jane stopped, leaning on the wall with force. Her fingers, her lips, they were trembling. "-that... he was your brother?"

Harry nods and rubbed his chin with his thumb. He then led Jane to his quarters and made her sit on the wooden but comfortable chair settled near his desk. From the poor maiden's look on her face, Harry was aware that Jane could collapse any minute.

He was studying her face.

"Jane, what did you tell Zayn?"

Jane looked up after licking her bottom lip. She wishes she could still feel her voice. However, in the middle of nowhere, it was simply lost. Terrified it is. Jane talked to a vampire, to a monster, to Zayn. How did she even managed to trust him?

Why didn't she notice him anyway?

Why didn't she notice that she was talking to the prince?