Chapter 5

“I am sorry, but can I ask what happened between the two of you. Why did you separate?” 

“We didn’t plan to. She was supposed to be my forever mate. But unfortunately she died.” 

“Oh I am really sorry.” 

“Well. I was always vicious but she had a way into my soul. I mean I was horrible beyond compare. Killing was the only thing I could meditate upon. I was even hired many times to kill politicians for millions of dollars by the state itself.” 

I was startled. 

“And Sofia how did she help you become better?” 

“She loved me unconditionally and I loved her too.” 

I sighed in relief. 

The heartless was not completely heartless, I thought. 

“Then why did you leave her?” 

“I didn’t. She was taken away from me in cold blood.” 

I covered my mouth in shock. 

“Who killed her?” I asked. 

“She was returning back from work when a group of homeless humans began to harass her on the streets. And when she tried to defend herself they stabbed her to death. She lost her life and I lost my joy." 

"Is that why you dont give out leftovers to the homeless?" 

"Where did you?" 

"I asked your maid about the leftover's. I wanted to eat them this morning." 

"Oh. I'm sorry. I will tell Cecilia to save some for you from now on." 

"That would be nice. Thanks." 

Miguel smiled. 

"Do you still remember how we met?" He asked. 

"At the school library." 

"Brixton Academy was a good school. The principal knowing well what we were never treated us any less." 

"Was she even human?"

"Hundred percent." 

"I could never tell. She was always so kind and wise " 

"She said she was raised by dogs when she was still a baby. Hence she loved animals more than humans." 

"I always admired her walk." 

Miguel chuckled. 

"It was an attractive catwalk. Kinda of what you have." 

I blushed. 

"I don't know about that. I am just not that.." 

Miguel walked closer. He began to touch my left cheek. 

"You're smart, sweet, attractive, kind, and many other attributes that I like in you." 

I chuckled. 

"Many other. How many?" 

"Countless." 

Miguel stared deep into my eyes then moved his lips close to mine without physical contact. I breathed heavily while my heart raced in fear. 

"Are you going to kiss me already?" I asked. 

"I will only do it when I have proven myself worthy of it." 

I smiled. 

"But what if I want it?" 

"I still won't give it until I have proven my worth to you." 

I felt slightly disappointed as I had been waiting in anticipation to receive a kiss. But then again he was right. It was too soon to be serious. I wanted to know whether this was true love or not. 

"Then I will wait." 

"Thank you." 

Days passed, I felt more bored than excited. Miguel was still treating me good but he seemed more distant than near. I could not tell whether he was himself or simply pretending. It made me worried a bit. I then developed an idea to do what i feared most. 

To follow my soon to be mate but I could not do it alone. I needed help. 

"Thorne, Thorne where are you?" I shouted near the parking lot. That's where the chaffeur usually sat. He was so loyal to his job that he wanted to be seen as active and ready to travel anywhere. 

Suddenly, the door of the limousine opened. It seemed as if he had just woken up from the unusual way his cap was placed on his head. 

"I'm awake. Do you want me to take you somewhere, Miss." 

I chuckled. 

"Sorry to have woken you like that. I just need your help." 

"My help?"

"You know Miguel more than me. I need you to tell me where he train's. I've been a little inactive for a while and it's not good for my body." 

"Oh I see. Well Miguel train's himself most of the time. He runs long distances and challenges himself with obstacle courses.' 

"But I don't see any obstacle courses here." 

"Oh yes that's right. His mother has them in her large yard." 

"What!" 

"I am afraid that is all I know." 

I stood there with questions running through my mind. If I should ever go to Miguel's mother and ask to train there, will she like me less or love me more?  

"She's not as bad as she seems. You should try speaking to her." 

Because Thorne was loyal to his bosses, he would say anything to make them look good. I didn't trust in his words. If Miguel was vicious, so was his mother. But then again, I looked at myself and my parent's. They were naturally not vicious but they were trained to be. And if they were trained to be vicious then maybe I was also going to end up as vicious as Miguel. Then my parent's would be proud of me. 

"Can you take me to her?" I asked.

Thorne's face brightened. 

"Of course mam." 

The drivers reaction gave me bittersweet emotions. I was afraid and at peace. I was happy and sour at the same time. My heart raced,my palms were full of sweat. I hoped that I had made a wise decision.