The Lost World Of Victa

Chapter 15: Importance of Lavender

"...so," Jameson says, a little nervously, "what are your two ideas?"

I look at him. He seems so different. He's messing with his hair, which is a mess, and he looks distraught. I can't figure this guy out. One minute he's acting super possessive and rude to me, the next he's caring and kind, carrying me from his mansion to my house while I slept.

My two ideas..., "Well, I mean, I have been pretty stressed lately. I lost my sister, the anniversary of my dad's arrest is coming up, and suddenly I have two hot guys vying for my affection. It can get to one's head..." I ramble, hoping Kyler and Jameson miss the part where I called them hot.

Trace is smiling me. "It could be that Lillian, but you don't seem so sure," he grins, and for a minute I shiver, reminded of Laverna. They're family, and I cannot forget that, no matter how much I like him.

"That's probably what it is," Kyler supplies, seeing how nervous I probably look. I forgot that I'm in a room with two loyalists.

Trace doesn't like that answer, but thankfully Jameson is distracted, "Did anyone notice that Lily just called me hot?" He smirks, showing off his muscles. I giggle.

Kyler rolls his eyes, "She called me hot too."

Jameson shakes his head, "Nope."

I laugh, "I called both of you hot."

The boys stare at me and I blush, realizing what I just said.

They laugh too, and Trace starts to stand up, when something starts ringing. He pulls a device out of his pocket and presses a button on it, "Hello?"

"Prince Trace," Laverna's voice says through the box. I shudder, and scooch backwards on my bed.

He sighs, "Yes my queen?"

"I have reports that you haven't left Warcaster yet," she says, her voice a touch angry.

"Your reports are correct."

"Why?" Her voice rises.

"I met a friend, and she needed help," he supplies.

"Well, I need you back in the capital, soon," she sighs.

"Why?"

"We had a Code Ultima Mutatio. One of your soldiers."

Trace gasps slightly, "who?"

"Brenden Yundaoth."

"What else?" Trace bites his lip, upset about Brenden.

"While Agent Yundaoth was experiencing his Ultima Mutatio, he was attacked by a rogue, with violet magic," Laverna explains, still upset.

"That's not possible," he says, mirroring what Laverna said when she heard.

"It's what happened. Unless you doubt Agent Morris Oleander's word."

"He said that?" Trace shakes his head slightly.

"Yes. I need you to return to the capital now."

"Ok. Let me say goodbye to my friends," he sighs.

"Who are they?"

"Why do you care?"

"Just tell me, Orianna," she says, threatening him by using his last name.

"Kyler Macklen, Jameson Morrighan, and Lillian Morgan."

Laverna clicks her tongue, "an interesting mix. The lord of that region, a rebel who isn't old enough to be executed, and the daughter of the man you sentenced to death."