Fine Line ( under construction)

Chapter Three

No matter how hard I attempted to peel my eyes away from his, I just couldn't.

It was like a magnetic pull was forcing me to stare at him.

I heard my fathers voice, but it sounded like he underwater.

The only thing my mind was focused on was him, and I could tell he felt the same curiosity.

His bone structure was carved from stone, with sharp edges creating shadows that made him look godly.

Two pools of ice blue water stared at me, situated on either side of a straight nose.

His hair was midnight black, and he kept it shorter on the sides than on the top.

My mouth parted, as I trailed down to his lips which look supple and full.

I imagined kissing those lips, in fact it was the only thing my body and mind could agree on at the moment.

"Sybil! Are you listening?" My father screams at me.

I rip my gaze away reluctantly to my seething father, who looked murderous.

"What?" I say in a daze, standing up to my full height.

The pounding in my calf became increasingly apparent as the adrenaline faded out of my system.

"You are out of control, completely reckless! You could've been killed by those rogues!" My father screams at me, his eyes wide with fury.

Kaden looks at me with pity, a frown on his face as he stands next to his father.

Martin looks pissed as well, his arms crossed as his brown eyes look at me with disappointment.

I chose not to look back at the other man, knowing I wouldn't be able to tear my eyes away again.

"I was just out for a run." I say, attempting to hide a smile, but doing a poor job.

My fathers fists clench tightly, his jaw flexing.

"You wanna run?" He quirks a brow, voice deadly silent.

My chest caves in, knowing what was next.

***

My father held a puny flashlight in his hands, the weak beam focusing on me as I circled the track in the dark.

The man, who I had yet to be introduced to, but I had my guesses as to who he was, stood next to my father with his arms crossed.

His eyes watched me like a hawk, moving with my body as I circled the track again.

I had been running for two and a half hours, and my legs felt like jelly under my body.

My breath came out in frantic puffs, a sharp cramp running through my ribs.

There was an annoying pressure on my calf, which was still bleeding profusely.

My father didn't even bat an eyelash at the wound, and dragged me to the training fields instead of the infirmary.

Kaden tried to apologize for alerting my father about my whereabouts; but it wasn't his fault.