ROYCE. But this time, there’s curiosity in them. “Well now, isn’t this shit fucking interesting.” Alejandro remarks. “Skyla, Sky baby.” Kiara whispers, caressing her hair. “Royce…” Stop saying my name, Love… It’s already hard not to go to her and harder to stop my heart from racing wildly. “She’s calling you.” Kiara says quietly. “Come.” Alejandro scoffs and I don’t know what to do. I’m sure Kiara is just concerned and wants to see her daughter wake up but I’m so fucking close to breaking down. I walk to the bed, trying to calm my thundering heart as I look at the goddess on the bed. She’s going to be ok… Another moan leaves her lips and Delsanra moves back, allowing me to step closer. “Skyla… Can you hear me?” I ask quietly. Her heart rate quickens and reaching over, I tenderly brush her hair back. Wake up, Love. It’s taking my all not to break down right here and just pull her into my lap and tell her, fuck the world and let's do whatever we want. The fact her parents

ROYCE. I don’t miss the frown on Alejandro’s face when he hugged Skyla or the way his frown deepened when his eyes flick to me. He can probably smell me all over her… I can’t blame him for being protective, but he doesn’t need to fear me hurting her… I know I need to talk to him, I’m ready to resign from my spot at the academy, but at the same time do I want her in that school where Aleric will still play his games? I plan to tell her about him. I have to. She looks beautiful, there’s not a speck of make-up on her face, and it makes her features glow radiantly. She has long thick lashes that surround those vivid green eyes. Her nose is slender and her plump pouting lips that are often in smirk are a gorgeous soft pink… I glance at the door as Skyla greets her uncle, Marcel Rossi. He’s a few years older than Alejandro and I heard recently he has found his second chance mate. Rumour has it she’s far younger than him. He has his hair up in a man bun, wearing tan pants, and a white s

SKYLA. It's much later, and I am irritated to find I have to stay at the hospital, but after arguing with Mama and Dad for a few minutes I was too exhausted to continue and had simply laid down again, giving them a glare and ignoring them. I had spoken to Azura, Kataleya and Song on video call earlier, which had been nice. Uncle and Winona had left after an hour, too. It’s been a few hours since I shut my eyes as I pretend to sleep with Malevolent in my arms as I cuddle her. But, I’m unable to sleep, despite how weak and exhausted I feel. Mama is sitting in the chair beside the bed, whilst Dad is out trying to hunt for clues. “So want to tell me about him?” Mama asks. She knows I am awake. I open my eyes, looking across to her in the room that is only lit by the light coming through the glass above the door. “There’s nothing to say.” I reply softly. I mean, I slept with his brother. I also thought I liked his brother, who I’ve been flirting with all through the summer holidays

ALEJANDRO. “Like real men, let’s spar, pretty boy.” He gets out of the car, and I stare at the younger man, who is as tall as me. He has similarities in looks to his father, but so far I hate to admit I haven’t gotten that same vibe from him that I get from Ken-Fucking-Arden, but still, he is ultimately an Arden… He throws me… the way he is completely not fucking affected by me. There’s only a small handful of people who can withstand my aura. Yet there is something about this one that is even more unnerving. There’s not even a blink of unease from him. There have been moments I’ve let all my aura out, yet shockingly, he didn’t even realise, and I assure you the fucker isn’t that dense that he was just dumb or some shit, just somehow… it doesn’t affect him… my aura does nothing. But I also don’t sense vast power from him, so how is he doing it? He killed something that no one was able to kill, the serpent… Even until now, I don’t get how a single sword killed that shit. There ha

SKYLA. I was wondering why Mama was trying to prolong our leaving, but when I felt the ground tremble, I had run to the window only to see Dad fighting with someone… My stomach plummets fast when I recognise the sexy hunk he had just thrown to the ground. Royce! My heart thunders, my eyes blazing as my head whips around, and I glare at Mama. “How could you? You know he’ll hurt him!” Dad may be getting older, but he is still extremely powerful. The only person I know who has defeated him in a match until this day is Dante and fuck, he’s a God! “Skyla! Please listen to me!” Mama shouts. Fuck no! Dad is a beast! My heart is racing, and I can feel my anger rising. I’m going to lose control, but the fear of what might happen to Royce keeps me sane enough. I can hear them talking now as I run down the stairs, my heart thudding loudly in my ears. “…I’ve heard.” I hear Royce say. “You sure had confidence that you will win, so then why the fuck did you send everyone away? This was