Different worlds - Kai Parker

chapter Eight 🦋

Kai's POV

As I strolled around the corner looking for a menswear store I couldn't help but think about Lyla's situation.

The fact that I know her, well, I know her coven. How did she just lose her magic like that? I've never heard of such a thing in all of my twenty two years of being in the real world. Of course, that wasn't entirely true about the magic. Studying her asleep in my bed, the first night she appeared, I noticed a gold charmed necklace that sat on her bare chest.

I remember seeing it over the years, a lot of witches gave it to their children, particularly the girls, as a birthday present. Without telling the child they would transform a tiny part of their magic in it, I never really understood why.

But thinking of it now, it must've been a traditional thing to reveal their magic placed in the necklace on their sixteenth birthday, I had a cousin come running upto me on her birthday once, eagerly showing me hers. I shrugged and told her how pointless it was to have a part of their magic placed inside their necklace, but, the stupid tradition obviously aided me in the prison world, with Lyla having one.

I'll have to tell her, although, I'm confused as to why it never revealed itself on her sixteenth birthday. If I remember correctly she told me she was twenty, what was with that? I pondered the thought.

I found a promising store, picking up a few t shirts and Jean's, along with shorts and some boxers. Not wanting to delay anymore time I headed back to the hotel du Soleil. Great, more French named buildings to look forward to. I've never been fond of the language, it's so.. overrated. But, that hasn't stopped me from travelling to 'the city of love'. What can I say, I'm the travelling kind of guy. I will hand it to the French, they sure know how to bake. Oh, what I'd give for a chocolate brioche right now.

Lyla Tilsbury. That's the damn family name that's been on the tip of my tongue all day. I do recall her parents being at a Gemini meeting once, I think I was, twenty, no- twenty one. They were close friends of my father's. And just before I was banished here by the bastard, they had a baby girl. Lyla- I recall admiring their name choice, it was different, pretty.

Huh, it really is a small world. Just as I walked through the entrance of the hotel I saw a familiar freckled face standing by the reception desk, holding three shopping bags in hand. She smiled carefully, noticing the two bags I was carrying also.

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Stepping into the hotel, I could see Lyla waiting by the reception desk. God, what is it about her that makes me fee- no, no I dont 'feel'. That isn't who I am. Oh, fuck it, I can't deny the way she annoyingly makes me feel good. Good? No, that's not the term I'd use. What's up with my brain today? I blame the long driving hours with lack of sleep, and you know, the whole siphon catchers on our tails thing.

Lyla Tilbury, waiting by the reception desk, waiting for me. Maybe having company in this hell won't be so bad.

"Pick a room?"

'Uh, no. I wasn't sure which one to go for, will you pick one?'

Will I pick one? Oh sweetie I wont just choose a room, I'll make sure its the most luxurious of them all. I couldn't help but find it amusing how I make her nervous.

I glance at the key card board and go for 208, third floor business suite, goodbye insomnia.
"If you'll follow me miss", I exaggerate an English accent, and watch as she tries to hold her laughter. I never noticed the way she scrunched her face when she tries to hide her laughter. Huh. Its kind of adorable.