Chapter Nine

He can't be Rhysand del Millero.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my stomach was churning and I wanted to run now before Bellva called them or Jordan pulled him here.

What's in the hell? Why does the universe seem to be pulling him at me by these crazy coincidences?

"Hey, are you really okay?" Bellva asked.

I blinked consciously, and looked at Bellva. "Can you help me get out of here?"

There was a question mark on Bellva's expression but she quickly nodded. We stood up, and then started to walk away from there.

"Where do you want to go?" Jordan's question along with their approaching steps made me freeze.

Bellva who noticed my movements immediately answered. "I'd like to take her to my room. She wants to see my James Taylor collection."

I bit my lip firmly to hold back the turmoil that was in me, and then slowly turned around to face them—Jordan who was standing by his grandfather's side, briefly caught a glimpse of the man behind Jordan who seemed to be holding back his lau