"The Sacrifice:;The Sacrifice Trilogy"[Book 1.]

22. Fragile Porcelain

Savannah

These brown, bright irises locked on a pair of hauntingly enchanting amber ones seeped in worry.  "Are you alright, pretty? Did someone hurt you?" Lucien inquired, one eyebrow arched.  I sat upright swiftly, pushing myself off the floor and leaped onto my feet.  Slowly blinking like there was an eyelash deeply implanted within my eyes, I glared holes into Lucien's head currently facing away from me.  "Don't call me pretty, hell king.  That nickname is only reserved for people who don't abandon best friends when they need them the most," I spat cuddly, walking over to where Noah and Adelaine are perched on the stairway: Adelaine nestled in Noah's arms.

Seeing Noah up close like this, I realize the only clothing he's sporting is a blue jean jacket and sweats, while his hair looked rumpled as if he'd just rolled out of bed.  Needless to say, he looked awful.  "Braiden's gone, isn't she?  She sacrificed herself?" He asked, though judging by his wet cheeks, he already knew the answer.  Instead of replying with information he was previously granted, another response tickled my brain.  "Right before she died, Braiden told me to tell you she loved you.  Although she didn't say this part, I know for a fact she couldn't have regretted one second with you," I consoled as Noah started  weeping silently.  

Then there's Adelaine in a knee-high ruby-red dress that's ripped near the bottom, her blond-grey hair is tangled crazily around her head.  Pressing a tender kiss atop that same spot, fear disappeared amid contact. Getting up and almost gliding across the garage, I find Lucien sulking in my travels.  "I want to go back to hell with you," I whisper weakly, unsure if he heard this new development.

Lucien looked up, evidently startled.  "What?  I thought you hated me," he legitimately appeared bewildered, which caused my next action: I slapped him.  "Lucien Asher Grey, you should know me by now!  I could never, ever hate you.  Am I upset?  Hell yes, but do I actually loath you?  No." To reassure him even more, I clutched his left hand in mine even as passionate fire flowed between us.  "Besides, you're my best friend and I'm not really ready to let that go yet," my words have a double-meaning that's hanging in the air.  Lucien nods mutely, acceptance sprawled beneath the edges of his face but also somberness.  "Okay."

Doing an about-face towards Noah and Adelaine I had a brief panic attack when I didn't see Micheal anywhere.   Where could he be?  I suppose getting out of dodge could've been the smartest option, in his case.  "Will you two be okay if we leave for a while?  I mean, unless you wanna come with?" I back-pedaled, afraid to damage Noah's mental state.  However, Noah simply just acknowledged me by saying: "We'll be fine, she and I.  Though we do have much to discuss."

Cryptic as hell, but whatever. Lucien summoned a black portal, both of us stepping inside hand in hand.  I pondered how we ended up here: him as my fragile porcelain, and me, as his pretty girl.  God help us, he is the fire to my flame.  Sooner or later, explosion was imminent...