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~Chapter four~

'The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.'

-Oscar Wilde

Three familiar faces greeted me in the living room, all of them looking unamused. Their lips were pursed and their arms folded across their chests. I would have mistook them for mannequins had they not been my parents and Gwen, Greta's mum.

"Hello mamma, father!" I beam at them, a hint of sarcasm in my tone, "And oh hello, Gwen!"

The T.V. blared at full volume with some family soap opera on but no one seemed to be paying any attention to it. Cups of tea lay on the table, almost untouched.

"Skylar," mamma says, making her way over to me, "sit down dear. We need to have a word with you."

Her green eyes flash with sympathy and concern for a second before she regains her impassive expression.

I glance at my father nervously. His cold brown eyes bore into my muddy ones, trying to x-ray through my soul.

I sink into the armchair opposite to Gwen and muster a brave smile.

"So what do I owe the pleasure to?" I chirp, "did I date someone I am not supposed to again?"

I watch as my father's face contorts into a sneer and he clenches his fists.

Keep your damn mouth shut Skylar! My brain hisses at me.

"Actually my dear niece," Gwen sighs, picking up her cup of tea from the table, flaunting her fake British accent, "you did the exact opposite of that."

I frown, confusion etched on my face.

"What?"

I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn around to see Greta standing with a pretentious sombre look on her face.

"Mum, she wasn't aware of his real identity," she says, looking at me, "if she was, she would have not behaved the way she did today, right Skylar?"

I scowl at her. What was she playing at?

"Will anyone...."

"Skylar," my dad says quietly, his demeanour scarily calm, "what happened between you and the Greene kid?"

It took me a minute to realise he was talking about Sir run-a-lot. I stare at him without blinking. How did Elias Greene suddenly pop up in this conversation?

"Um....nothing happened?" I say but it came out more like a question.

"Of course nothing happened," Greta snickers, "with uneven curves like yours...."

She trails off when my father passes her an icy glare.

"Greta informs us that you had a little, ah, tussle with Mr. Greene," he replies, "during which he stormed out of the room."

Jeez.

'Hm yeah, I recall that occurring," I drawl, "but remind me again, why is that important?"

Father opens his mouth, probably to yell at me but mamma cuts in, sparing my ears from the unsolicited torture.

"Honey, Elias Greene is very important to us," She explains, shooting father a let-me-handle-this look, "he's a huge missing fragment of the puzzle."

I sit up, my curiosity piqued. This should be interesting.

"How does Elias fit into this?" I ask, "Did he....was he one of them?"