Magnetic Attraction

[Chapter Six]

[Chapter Six]

Ember's Point of View

A dark blue denim jean skirt is tossed at my face, along with a pair of ruby red pumps. The skirt misses my face, but the point on one of the heels scrapes my arm. The sharp point on those things looks like it could be deadly.

I toss the skirt back but leave the shoes on the free bed space beside me. I don't want to be held accountable for harming her. Slayton wouldn't let me live that down and neither would Asher.

"You are supposed to be helping me," Elora groans.

"I already told you several times, a pair of jeans, top, and some of these torture devices." I point to the pumps.

"Then why don't I believe you?" She glares. "I feel like that's the wrong outfit to wear."

Elora huffs with annoyance which only makes my eyes roll.

"You'd have to ask yourself that," I reply. "You are the one being paranoid about it. If you don't want my advice, wear what you want so we can leave."

I look at the time on my phone, then back to Elora.

"I'm almost ready and then we can leave," she says.

"Almost." I sarcastically chuckle. "Almost what? Because you are still walking around in your dressing robe."

Elora pokes her tongue out as she wanders towards me.

"Chop chop, we're running out of time," I say.

She grabs the pumps, a tight black skirt from the floor along with a cropped red top to match the shoes.

"Fine." Elora walks into her wardrobe to change.

Shortly after, Elora appears wearing her outfit with the addition of a sleek black leather jacket. She grabs a bag off the bed and wanders out of the room.

I wait a moment before following Elora out of the room. I wander down the stairs and to the entrance of their house.

The doorknob rattles and Elias walks into the house. Although, the smile on his face falters when he sees Elora.

"Where the hell are you going dressed like that?" he grumbles.

My gaze stays focused on Elora as I wait for her to say something. Her cheeks flare red and her eyes narrow. She seems like a mad bull ready to charge at her target.

"Fuck off, Elias," Elora grumbles. "You don't get a say in what I wear."

Elias opens his mouth to shoot a reply, but Elora flips him her middle finger and walks away.

His gaze meets mine as a confused look floats onto his face.

"Women?" I awkwardly shrug.

"I don't understand." He shakes his head. "But make sure you take care of my baby sister. Elora walks around thinking she knows everything, but she doesn't realise what's happening out there."