Chapter 11 Pt. 2: Live And Let Die

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"I'm waiting..." I say impatiently as I tap my foot on the tile and fold my arms. Dorian tents his fingers in front of him and leans forward on the desk.

"The Princess is meant to bring about the end of the war between the warriors of an ancient kingdom. She was special because of her abilities and the superiors of the Kingdom went to great lengths to instill their faith in her. She was supposed to protect the gates to the Kingdom and all who lived in it but when she died, the divine ruler of the Kingdom blessed her spirit so that she could live on." He explains. Despite still having trouble wrapping my mind around Dorian's story, what he's just said gets my attention. That's what the Goddess had done to me! She said she had blessed me too... The story has already captured most of my attention but I'm finding it difficult to not let my nativity get the best of me. I barrage him with questions and he patiently waits until I take a breath.

"We the Society knew you were the Princess because of the brilliant light that appeared the night you died, there is also the fact that you are the only survivor of that accident." Dorian continues as he leans back again and glances around the room. I stay silent and mull over the events of the accident, all of the graphic details make my stomach churn and I reject the impulse to make a face at the dark memories.

"We monitored your condition from outside the walls of the hospital and even infiltrated your room to confirm our research." He adds.

"You were spying on me? While I was unconscious?" I blurt incredulously.

"In a way, yes... we had to be certain you were in fact the "real deal" if you will." Dorian answers unruffled by my outburst.

"Right..." I say flatly as Dorian's smirk returns and he stands. Looks like our little chat is over... And he's still evading my questions!

"Come. I'd like us to rejoin the others, I'm sure Irina will be pleased to hear your change of heart and as I'm sure, the boys will accept your sincere apology." Dorian beckons as he walks to the door. I nod, stand and follow him back to the elevator. I start to ponder my escape plan as we board, there are windows everywhere and I'm sure I remember how to make it back to the garage if I have no other option. Dorian presses the button at the very bottom and a beep goes off and the lights dim slightly startling me out of my musings, another shaft opens up with different buttons and a weirdly shaped keyhole. A siren goes off as Dorian dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a small ring of keys, all of which are equally as oddly shaped as the keyhole. He picks the fourth key and turns the lock, the elevator jilts a little and I grip the sidebars hard. As soon as Dorian pulls out the key and chooses the third floor, the siren stops and the lights brighten again. The elevator begins to ascend upwards and I loosen my grip a little on the bars. What the hell is up with this place? I think to myself. Dorian leans into the corner and yawns, I suddenly feel really guilty about my outburst. Dorian and the agents must have been really stressed all day and most of the night after I tried to escape. Then the elevator then does something I never thought possible... it starts to go sideways! We go to the left first then up a couple of feet then it turns to the right before continuing to go upwards. Dorian must have caught the wide-eyed confusion on my face because I hear him laughing to himself in the corner. I shoot him an annoyed look as he continues to laugh. We go up a few more feet then the elevator slows and stops. We end up in a hallway and Dorian exits first. He makes a sharp left and as we walk down the hall my skin prickles again and I realize we're in the same hall Irina and I walked through on route to my room. I glance around but all of the offices are either empty or closed, I begin to wonder if everyone here saw my panic attack and embarrassment floods my cheeks. We enter the foyer and I spy Irina's bright red hair in a high pony just around the corner. Dorian clears his throat loudly and all the nearby agents instantly turn around then filter into the foyer.

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