Kryly ||†|| Felix Volturi

∞ Amber Eyes ∞

Rowan chuckles and gave her a creepy smile when he saw she and Felix walked hand-in-hand into the dining room.

"I see you got some partner, sister."

"Oh, shut up." Miranda snarled, rolling her eyes.

Jonas and Teresa shared a 'you-see-what-I-saw?' look. They turned to her and him and turned back to gaze each other in unison.

Miranda growled and dumped herself onto the chair alongside with the Volturi guard.

"Here you go, I know it's your favorite." Sinclair handed her a plate of french toast with bacon and some sausages, a golden sweet maple syrup drips down from the brioche bread.

"You're the best." She grinned and dig into the plate.

"And for the lovely vampire here." The dark-haired Nephilim laid a glass full of something warm and red in front of Felix.

"Is it able to find here?" He frowned.

"It's from the hospital in the next city. Rowan concerned that you might be very thirsty after the long journey, he bought it yesterday so it still taste and smell great. I warm it a little bit." She smiled.

"Thank you."

Rowan put some more ketchup onto his scrambled eggs as he grabbed the orange juice jug.

"Aro said Demetri have found the evidence to the creator of those winged vampires." He said, causing the whole table to look at him in one eye.

"I'll sent some of the best warriors we have to join the guards our old friend have." He smiled, taking a sip from his orange juice.

The other young hotheaded Nephilims look at each other with a competing look and turned their eyes back to their leader in expectations.

"I choose Teresa, Francis, Quentin, Miranda and..."

The teen ones gave Rowan a hopeful eyes, wanting to be closer to the major ones.

"Owen." He pointed his finger to one of the most skillful young Nephilim.

Owen Dean is the son of Raziel. He got the muscle every girl would dream about and a pair of very cute sparkling eyes.

Actually, he is the most beautiful of the young Nephilims.

Owen smiled and nodded his head.

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"He's good." Miranda commented, crossing her arms ad she quietly observed the young son of Raziel who's swinging his sword.

Amongst all of the young Nephilims, Owen is the most skillful. He got the good body structure, swiftness and expertise with weapons.

"Yeah." Rowan responded, standing beside her and look to the same person.

They're standing on the hallway, right above the training hall.

"He's skillful...too skillful."

"What are you trying to tell me?"

The leader sighed and turn to her. His dark eyes were filled with an unreadable emotions.

She stared back, waiting for the word he would say.

He stepped closer and leaned down near her ear, whispering.

"Do me a favor, sister mine."

Well, he almost never called her 'sister mine'. That must be serious.

"Keep an eye on him."

Miranda frowned and nodded slowly.

"Are you thinking he's involved?"

"Look at his eyes, do an ordinary Nephilim have that strange irises? I never know any angel, especially Raziel, have that amber eyes."

She hate to say this but he's right. Since when does Owen's eyes became like an amber?

She look deep down in those weird eyes.

She doesn't know if her brother ever noticed, but she can see the young Nephilim's eyes were full of hunger and eager for the bigger, greater spot, more power.

She nodded and turned out of the balcony.

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"Are you ready?" Felix asked as he put on his coat.

"I'm always ready." She smiled, tucking her sword into the leather belt on her waist.

"Wait." He paused her before she walked out of the room.

"Yeah?"

"Be careful." He smiled and pull her in for a hug.

Miranda felt her cheeks heat up like it was exploding when he kissed her forehead gently.

Okay, Miranda, no. He's your little boy from those old days, he's still younger than you.

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Josh Bowman as Owen Dean

Kristof Pituk as Devon Collins