Chapter 3

Drelia 

Somber music plays in my head but it's replaced by the beeping sound of a holster machine.

I squint my eyes as the smell of disinfectant hits my nose. I hear the sound of sterile objects and then a sudden silence follows after the slam of a door.

Am I alive?

I'm still weak and now, I feel something heavy on me. The last I remember is dying in the arms of a ghost.

Someone's holding my hand, warm, not cold.

Curiously, I spur my eyes open and the harsh florescent light floods my face.

My hand push the heavy thing which I discover is a blanket on me.

I wince, attempting to rise up but someone quickly grabs my shoulder and made me sit upright.

I move my eyes to have a look at who it is and the shock stole my every breath.

Miles?

The cold, conservative, daring and heart throbbing crush of mine? It's rare to even steal chances with him.

He sits back on his chair, his expression is neutral and my mouth refuses to close.

Miles cross his legs and then let go of my hand. No bright look, just as mysterious as he always is.

My heart flusters and if this is a dream I don't want to wake up.

He isn't saying anything. I shyly draw the blanket up, glancing around if I can see Zac anywhere.

I timidly insert my long thick black hair between my ears to see him properly.

It's awkward and I feel a god escaped to see me. His look alone has healed me.

"What happened?" I asked in a low tone, begging to hear his voice.

My eyes aren't blinking but just transfix on him. He's still in his uniform, his perfectly groomed hair let strands of itself lingering around his forehead.

Miles heaves a sigh, rubs his thighs and suddenly snap his fingers. His eyes doesn't leave me and I think I'd pass out from his cuteness.

His secretary who stands behind him narrates while he seem restless, taping his fingers on the table beside him.

"My young master was at his friend's house, and while he passes by the corridor, he comes across you, a lowly peasant wrestling between life and death...and saved you"

What? He's sounding so poetic and I'm not even listening but watching Miles lips.

I cross my hands on my chest, startled that miles saved me but in the room it's Zac I saw.

Or Zac left the door open just so he can lure someone to save me and it's none other than my prince charming.

Miles suddenly takes a glimpse at his wrist watch, uncross his leg and then lean forward to me.

His eyes drinks every features on my face, as though he's memorizing it.

It's like I should take out my heart, place it on my palms and say;

"Baby, I'm yours"

"What are you doing over at Zac's house?"

His voice, gosh, I want it on repeat. It's husky, emotionless but flamboyant in a way.

I'm smiling like a fool, forgetting that it's a serious question.

"Waiting for you" I replied and he arc a brow at me. I pinch my fingers to snap back to reality.

"I mean...we are related" I confess, feeling all mousey.

"I've never heard of you" he cold assert still studying me and my cheeks flushes red.

I'm acting stupid around him.

"Maybe because I'm a princess trapped in her castle"

His secretary eyed me, as he grimace and I swear, i can see a smile light up in miles eyes.

He relax his back on the chair, his brows furrows at me. By just staring at him, I'm healed.

"So princess, you must know a lot about Zac...right?"

I nod, even if it means digging up Zac's darkest secret, I'd do anything for him.

Miles heaves as he exchange glances with his secretary. It's like they're communicating.

Miles stand up and adjust his collar while heaving a sigh. He reads my instinct as I'm acting all goofy.

There's no emotion on his face. Zac flirts, miles mean business. He looks like he's in a haste.

"We'd crosspath again princess but for now, take care" he addresses in a more lighter tone and then walk away.

His secretary gawk at me and then fades just as his boss. After a minute of their absence, I smile sheepishly.

My body falls to the bed, my feet kicks the air as I giggling turning red.

"He called me princess!" I yell rolling to and fro. I wish I'm awake to witness him carrying me in his arms.

"You can save that energy and fix me back in my body shorty"

The devil has come. I jerk up from the bed, darting my eyes to and fro to find Zac.

There he is, by the window. His sturdy back is all I see.

"Where you spying on me?"

"What? Were you guys trying to fuck?" He questions and pivots.

I suck my breath, annoyed that I'm still seeing him. Even my mood changes instantly.

"My ward is right next to yours, you can go look at me, I'm in coma"

Never.

He stroll casually, hands in his pocket and then sits beside me. I charge at him.

He didn't save me, my miles did.

"I'm sure I'd strangle you to death if I see your body" I fire back folding my arms.

He grins and then use his fingers to walk on my left leg until it reaches my thigh.

"Awwn isn't that romantic lil sis?"

"I'm not your sister!" I roar, throwing the blanket at him.

Zac jerk my legs with both hands, down and crawl on me.

"I'm your savior you know"

He climbs me, his hand curve over my head, his body envelopes me and we keep exchanging breath.

I'm tense, my hormones are kicking and I'm trying not to think it's what it is.

My lips part slightly and the words aren't coming out. He knows I'm having goosebumps and enjoys teasing me.

"What are you doing Zac?" I mutter in between my teeth trying so hard not to be mesmerized by his stare.

He place his finger on my lips and said;

"We aren't siblings...you said so" he mutters leaning his lips so close that I fear we might kiss.