Chapter 25: Is Emily a sheep?
"Let me guess, you are Waylen Xavier Cole, Crowned prince of Zolcovia" I asked him as I stared at him for a while without talking my eyes away from him.
He didn't smile or feel embarrassed, he only took a step closer to the painting in front of me or maybe, closer to me in retrospect and he turned to look at the painting.
"You sound…disappointed, Emily" he looked at me as he called my name.
I blinked "You know who I am?"
"Of course, I do. You are trending on Instagram and Facebook, hell, I bet google is making a butt load of money from castaway long lost princess coming home"
"Oh '' was the only word I could form at that moment. I had no idea that news traveled that fast.
Did Owen see how amazing my social life was? Was he currently kicking himself for breaking my heart?
I hope he was. I really hope from the bottom of my heart that he was choking on his regret.
"Who's Owen?" Waylen startled me by asking.
I turned around and I looked at him. I must have said his name out loud.
Why would I say the name of the asshole that broke my heart out loud and in the presence of the asshole I am to marry.
"You think I am an asshole?" Waylen startled me by asking.
My eyes widened. What was going on?
I was so sure that I didn't say my last statement out loud yet he heard me.
What was this?
Wizardry or just plain witchcraft?
"Come on! Are you a mind reader?" I asked him.
"No, not that I know of" Waylen answered. He had the facial expression of a boy who had no idea what I was talking about.
"Then how come you can hear my thoughts?" I asked him.
I was on the verge of panicking. The type that makes me want to pee every five seconds.
I can't possibly be around a mind reader. I was carrying a huge secret and I can not afford to have my soon to be husband in my head right before I had the chance to carry out my plan.
"Answer me"
"Relax, Emily. I am not a mind reader but if you want your private thoughts to be private then I suggest you shut off your open mind link. It's calling out to every wolf within a mile radius. It's like your subconscious is searching for someone. My best guess is this Owen guy"
I took a step back as shock went through me.
"You are a werewolf too" I murmured as the realization dawned on me.
Crap! Crap! Crap!
Not another wolf! Not another pack!
I wanted to yell at the moon goddess. Wasn't she going to give me a freaking break?
Must I be from a frying pan straight to fire kind of girl?
"I can tell you are freaking out, Emily. Can you try not to break that vase you are about to…(I knocked the vase down with my leg unintentionally before he finished talking) and she broke the vase!"
Waylen stared at the fractured pieces on the floor and he shrugged.
"My father is surely going to have a heart attack now. That was a ming vase"
"I am sorry" I quickly murmured as I stared at what I now know to be a very expensive piece of furniture.
"I am not. God knows, his majesty deserves it but I should probably get us away from the crime scene. Come on, wolf girl"
Waylen grabbed my hand and pulled. I went with him willingly until we came out of another part of the palace.
"We are safe here. This is my part of the palace, I guess being a crown prince has its perks. Now, tell me why you are so disappointed in me" Waylen asked me bluntly.
I watched him like a cat watching his prey and he didn't seem to mind much.
"It's nothing personal, crown prince"
"Oh, you are one of those" he sounded disappointed now too.
"One of what?" I asked him.
"I call them sheeps. Girls who can't think for themselves and always do as they are told"
I smiled. It was strangely genuine.
"Life would be easier if I was that, crown prince but I am afraid, I am not."
"Then tell me" He whispered.
"It's everything about you, Waylen. Your silky long hair, your pink lips and those darkest shades of brown eyes. It's your stupid height and the way you always seem to know the perfect time to smile. It's that you are comfortable in your perfect flawless skin and you know your place in this world. It's that you are physically beautiful, Waylen" I analyzed him in under a minute.
"Isn't that a good thing?" He asked me.
I wanted to tell him that a beautiful boy broke my heart a few days ago but I didn't. instead I said..."Usually except now, they annoy the hell out of me" I answered truthfully.
I waited for him to get mad or to react in some ways but he didn't. He simply turned around and looked at the painting on the wall.
"I was wrong, huh…that doesn't happen very often. You are not a sheep after all, Emily Williamson"