Fate

Chapter Thirteen

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~Zayla

Sinful seems to dabble in the same mode of transportation that Fate does.

Unlike Fate, Sinful seems to care little about where he grabs me, or if I'm even ready in the slightest. He reaches across the table we sit at, disregarding Fate's protests. Perhaps Fate did grab for me, but it's too late, as the feeling of falling hits me in the stomach, and everything around me goes dark.

Naturally, the moment solid ground forms underneath me, I topple over. This time, though, my forehead doesn't hit straight to the ground. Instead, I catch myself. Okay, I'm getting used to this.

I have to blink a few times to retrieve my vision. As I look up from the tiles I landed on, I see Sinful's feet retreated. It forces me back up to stand.

"Where are you going?" I say through clenched teeth. My knees and hands sting from the landing.

Sinful pauses by the door to the room. That's when I realise where I am, for the first time. A pool room. A large lap pool is laid out before me, steam emanating from the surface of the clear water. It's a beautiful sight, but one I don't give myself much time to admire. I won't be staying here long if I can get this plan over with.

"To get a drink," he tells me as I walk closer. "Perhaps you would like to join me?"

"Now?"

"We aren't going to see Ira yet, Zayla. Tomorrow we will meet with her, but for now, I thought we could sit down and have a little talk with each other," Sinful says in a warm, caressing tone that isn't falling me. He only needed to say one word for warning bells to go off in my mind.

I take a shuddering step backward. "You know my name."

"Well of course," he comments, leaning back against the door. I hate the permanent look of amusement on his face, and he continuously undermines me. "You're in my home now, protected by no one's power. And might I add, you have a very open mind."

I swallow uncomfortably. Fate never taught me how to keep someone out of my mind. He taught me small things that must be useless now that Sinful can...

"Read your mind?" he cuts in abruptly. I flinch.

"Get out," I seethe.

"May I say, Fate was in fact doing you a favour. He wanted to give you confidence, which you seem to have too much of. It's useless trying to prepare for someone like me, my dear," Sinful exclaims, his eyebrow quirking up slightly.

My jaw clenches to the point where it hurts. "You really don't make very good impression."

Sinful shrugs, which is a surprising gesture. Seeing him do so casual is interesting to see, but again, I'm not willing to fall into any trap he could lay. Instead, I'll let him read my damn mind and deal with this Ira problem head first. Then I will go back to Fate and live with this deal for the rest of my life.

"Join me, Zayla, for a drink. We have so much time to kill, which we could use to get to know each other a little better," he says, opening the door to the pool room.

I sigh deeply, but follow him regardless. There's no way out of here, and just because I'm agreeing to a drink with him, which I doubt I will have, I can be assured I'll be getting as much out of it as he is. Also, I have a few question for him that need answering, that won't come from me without a little bit of sass.