~ BOOK 2 of Levels of Love ~
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It walks through the crowd below with an easy, almost arrogant, stride, beanie pulled low over its forehead. But not low enough to hide its piercing, cold eyes. I don't know why but my breathing sudd...
My life is pretty messed up right now so I thought I'd take my mind off it and work on this story for a bit.
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I wake up smiling; that's it! Across all of our lives Hanbin's been the slightly jealous type. That memory was probably one of our worst fights but in Korea he'd gone berserk about Junhoe and I, even the other night. I'm going to use it against him. All this time I've been trying to distance myself from him but that's done very little. To be honest, it's kind of had an opposite effect. But what's happened the last few days between us probably builds the perfect basis for this plan.
I'm going to distance him from me.
Make him never want to look at me again.
Seems pretty hard, right? Hanbin appears certain of his love for me and previous attempts to upset him have fallen on deaf ears but now I have Jakob. My actual betrothed. He won't want to sacrifice himself for a Fae who built up his hopes only to leave them without a second glance. Jinhwan had told me his heart had broken after my last disappearance, I can only hope it's healed enough to shatter into a thousand pieces and he doesn't look back. Hanbin said YG was going to move them out soon, this might make it happen sooner. Take even longer for recon and by then...Unless...Another idea seems to smash me right in the temple. From what I can remember the Prophet is just doing this to us for a laugh, keep me miserable. What if I offer her a deal? My happiness for Hanbin's freedom. In the form of marrying Lord Jakob.
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I spring onto Meli's bed and shake her awake, "Meli! How do we contact the Prophet?"
"What the hell, CeCe?" Meli groans and tries to roll out of my reach.
"Just tell me!"
"What time is it anyway?" she rubs her eyes and props herself up onto her elbows, groaning loudly when she spots the glowing five in the hotel alarm clock. "Is something wrong?"
I shake my head, "I think I might have an idea but only she can help."
Meli stares at me silently and when I don't say anything else she flops back onto her pillow, "Right."
"You need to tell me!" I insist, shaking her again, "It's urgent."
"I don't know how to contact the Prophet", Meli grumbles and pulls her cover over her head. "She always does the contacting."
