The Immortality Doctrine: Bred To The Blood Prince

Chapter 15

I climbed on the short stairs and stood in front of the doorway. I knocked on the door even if it wasn't closed and even though Eilif saw me. Still, I had courtesies.

"Come in, come in. No need to knock," Angeni walked towards me away from the kitchen. "Have you eaten breakfast?" She was holding some towel and a kitchen utensil. 

"Yeah, I had. Thanks," I shyly replied.

"So is Abel here?" I asked.

"Come in first," Angeni and I grinned.

"Oops, almost forgot," I said quietly and finally put my step on their floor.

"He's right there," she gestured her head. "Up. Still sleeping. Should I wake him up?" She smiled. She always was. Like every time I talk to her, she wouldn't stop smiling. As if both sides of her lips were invisibly tied to both ears. I like smily people.

"No, no, please don't," I even waved my hands that suggested not to. I certainly don't want to wake people just for my sake. I hated that most. But then I was too late. The two brothers were going down those creaky steps. They were both smirking. What the?

He obviously just woke up. His eyes were still pinkish red from sleep. And his clothes were the loose type we wear whenever we sleep. "Don't worry, I took my breakfast," he said to no one in particular. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to her sister, or to us both. All I know and see was just that he was gazing at me creepily as he went down. Very creepily.

I went to the porch, he instinctively followed without me telling him. A simple lingering look and he was all done. "I need your help," I told him very quietly as if I was telling him a deep dark secret.

"What kind of help are you seeking, Selene?' He casually asked.

"The urgent kind," I answered. "We have to look for mother."

"Is she gone missing?"

My bad. I haven't told him the full story. So I leaned my face for a whisper. "She's basically missing, dead, or something like that. Since you now know what dad and I are, I think you better know that we just went home after a couple of years of running away from danger. Almost everything I told you were lies," I whispered and saw a poker face. He wasn't angry, thankfully. "The truth was I really lost my way because that Tate and Father left me. I told you lies because Father told me that I shouldn't tell secrets everywhere outside any house. So now the ultimate reason why we went here is for me to basically investigate. Do you get me?" I dared to ask that, to be sure.

"Mhmm," he nodded. "So that was why. I see . . . Okay, I'm going with you."

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"What does your mother look like? I imagine she looks like you," he said in the middle of another crappy and hot walk under the sun. "I mean . . . She obviously does. Whose beautiful facial features did you get those? Most likely your mom."

"I never saw her. Nor a glance. Nor a quick peek," I gloomily replied.

"I'm sorry about that. But I'm pretty sure she's alive," he said with hope.

"Seriously? You really think she is?" I exclaimed like a five year-old girl.

"Yes, of course. Why not?"

"Do you mean that not to offend me or something?"

"No! Not likely!"

"Good," I said and then in an instant, conversation ran with the air again.

"What are we going to find, by the way?" He gratefully fought the silence looming. "If I forgot to ask this again, I wouldn't know. This is like a big deal to me."