DREAMER

2

"What do you want?" He looked taken aback by the way I sneered at him. Then, after he regained his composure, he cleared his throat and answered in a British accent "Dancing". Okay I might as well mention that I'm in England, so it isn't really a surprise that he has a British accent. Still, I feel a tingling sensation where his hands are touching me. Is that normal? Nope, don't think so, maybe I should go see the doctor? Nah, I'm most likely fine.
"Are you alright? You look a little pale there." Again I was stunned by his accent.
"Are you trying to scare the poor girl away, Daemon?" Another man laid his hand on the shoulder of the man who held me by the waist. Damn, even thinking that his hands were on my body made me blush. Good thing that the lights are flashing.
"Brother dearest, how come that you always show up when the time just ain't right?" Daemon, apparently that was the hot guy's name, spoke to the other one.
"You know that you're not supposed to be anywhere but your study tonight. Father will have your head on a platter if he finds out." The second guy spoke up again.
"Then I will have to make sure that he won't find out."
Daemon replied and I couldn't miss the annoyed tone that was underlining his words.
"Yeah, but, how do you plan to do that?" Now, that sounded like a threat. And if I had the chance to I would have walked away by now. But, unfortunately I couldn't.
"Let's just say, little brother, it's all taken care of. No need to worry." Daemon especially emphasised the words 'little brother'.
"Now is there anything I can help you with, Xander?" He asked furiously.
Xander, on the other hand, just smirked widely winked at me and then said "No, not really." while walking away.