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Chapter 7 - Think it over

You're the One: Take Two!

Prologue: Chapter 7: Think it over

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A grateful sigh leaves my lips after I've clicked out of the screen.

Time suddenly returns to normal and everything appears to have been lost within a few spare moments.

To say I was genuinely shocked was a vague understatement.

What the hell was that? I'll have to figure out how to activate it later. Maybe there's a code word..?

"Nyx," the man's husky voice tempts me to spend a night with him.

I raise the tea cup to my lips, avoiding his glance. "Hm?"

"How would you feel about coming back to Briola with me... as my fiancée?"

I didn't spit out the tea like I thought I would have, instead, I managed to snort the lukewarm liquid up my nose.

Ostana runs to my side, patting my back. I wipe away the unsightly scene and cough a few times. After reassuring everyone I'm all right, I return my gaze to Nyx's childhood sweetheart with a waver in my own heart.

"My lady, are you all right?"

I wave Ostana away. "It's fine, I'm fine."

Ostana returns to her upright position. I could see the relief wash over her features. A delighted smile graces my lips at her behavior.

"My, my.. are you that desperate to sweep me off my feet?" A lady smile accents my tired eyes as I take a glance at the sugary sweets.

When I glance up, those sparkling gems dive into my soul with determination.

I'm a deer stuck in headlights.

"No, I just.. don't want my precious friend to die of heartache when no one will propose. That's all," he shrugs it off nonchalantly. He sips at the tea before I can refute, and now I'm stuck confused.

How... How did he.. know?

Even when Zadkiel meets with Nyx and knows she's his mate, he doesn't chose her. It's in his nature to go for the prettier, more believable heroine than the loud-mouthed villainess.

Hell, even Tariq rebuttals against Nyx and joins in to kill her. I remember that one... I wince in remembrance.

I blurt out, "Can I think it over?"

My friend raises his head. A look of suspicion crosses his face and I suddenly have a chill racing down my spine.

I quickly stutter, "But—but I'll give you an answer on Field Day!"

The man narrows his eyes at me in slight anger, mostly due to his interrupted plans, probably.

Field Day is an orientation day of ITEM. We take a complete tour around the campus and visit our room and boards, especially our classes, for the upcoming year. If I remember correctly, ITEM is an elite school that widens the specific mania identified in each individual.

In the story, Nyx had her parents pay her way into the school to chase after Zadkiel. They agreed only because she was willing to get married to the guy, ugh.

Anyway, Nyx didn't have any mania in her body at all. Or if she did, it's undetectable by the riveol.

The riveol is a device, similar to a metal detector that airports use, only the author describes it as a device used as a chamber that can unlock the powers of one within. This device is used on all types and each student who survives is accepted.

If I remember correctly, Nyx lives but feels as if she's been struck by lightning. She's the villainess, go figure!

Nyx is assumed to not have a power, let alone a shred of dignity throughout the entire plot. She's so shameless!

After a minute of thought, this handsome man smiles brilliantly.

"Of course, Lady Beauregard. I'm happy to wait," his voice lightens and a rare smile drifts across his lips.

There's a moment of peace while we exchange eye contact, and I can see the thoughts brewing within his soul. I longed to reach out and clasp his hand, then I remember he's holding mine.

I couldn't tighten our fingers because of an obnoxious voice ringing in my ear.

"Such a hussy! I can't leave you alone for five minutes before you're provoking an unsuspecting victim. Tch, what a cat."

Honestly, I couldn't believe Pyrrhos' comebacks and insults lacked substance.

A cat? Really? I internally deadpan at his lame insult. Was this novel written by a lazy couch potato, tch. The word "whore" would have sufficed.