SKYE'S POV:
Oh, no. Please tell me I'm dreaming. All the pieces have finally come together. Cameron was in the first war, so were they. Cameron didn't want me around them, and he said he knew them better than me.
They're all 19.
Were they friends at one point? Is that it? Something tells me this runs deeper. Deep, like blood.
I studied Shadoe's handsome face. If you looked, really looked, you could see the resemblance: high cheek bones, cat-like eyes, strong angled jaw, perfectly man scaped beings they all are, aren't they?
Then I thought about last night, the things Cameron said about me. Hmm...
"Shad," I started, snapping out of my trance, and looking at him like nothing had happened. "Have you ever tried to compel me?"
He looked scared. What he didn't know is that I couldn't be compelled, so I wasn't really mad at him about that.
"Uhh, if I said yes, will you kill me?" He asked cringing back a little.
"No, but you can do that, can't you?" I asked.
"Yes, of course, only demons can." He stated, like its the simplist thing ever.
"So, no angels, let's say, Guardian Angels, can?" I asked seemingly nonchalant about it.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "What are you getting at, Skye?"
"I don't know, Shad," I spit out sarcastically. "Why don't you start telling me about why you hate your other sibling so much?"
His eyes widened, and he removed his hands from my hips. His mouth kept opening and shutting like a fish, and I stood there glaring at him.
"W- uh, what do you mean?" He stuttered.
I narrowed my eyes accusingly. "I saw the way you acted when you mentioned your sibling, so tell me. Why do you hate them so much?" I repeated.
"I-it's not that I hate him, it's just that-..."
"So it's a he, then?" I questioned.
He gulped. "Yes." Then his eyes narrowed. "Why the sudden third degree, Skye? Why do you care about someone you don't even know?" He asked me.
"Because I'm pretty sure I know him, and I'm pretty sure you know exactly what I'm talking about." I folded my arms over my chest, and waited for him to speak again.
He chuckled nervously. "Can't we just go back to making out again?" He asked, grabbing my waist and bringing it closer to his. The familiar tingles ran through me, so I pushed him away to get them to stop.
"Sure, after you tell me exactly why you hate him." I smiled innocently.
"But- I- He- We-" with his face becoming flushed it was obvious he was flustered. "UGH!" He groaned, then pulled me the rest of the way to him, and smashed his lips to mine, making sure to moan.
I let myself indulge his kiss for a good five minutes. His lips were rough on mine, and he couldn't help but deepen it, dominating the kiss.
I pulled away, then smirked evilly. "You're just like him."
His eyes grew huge. "W-what? What do you mean him?" He asked.
"Oh you know... you're brother." I smiled at him but it was filled with pure anger.
"What brother? Astaire?" He asked, still playing dumb.
"No," I shook my head, acting aloof. "Cameron."
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Why Me? *Completed*
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