I was running on very low energy.
Sleep-deprived and no breakfast. I was on the verge of losing my head so early in the morning. But on top of that. I can't believe Wizardo accepted this assignment.
I still couldn't wrap my mind around it. And it had nothing to do with the relationship or why he wanted him dead.
It was Alejandro himself.
"Amiel?"
Rory snapped a finger before me. I had to blink several times.
"What can I help you with?"
Rory frowned and then smirked. The sudden shift in his expression poked at my curiosity. It was speaking volumes considering he was looking at me with interest.
It was scary, to be honest.
"What?"
Rory smirked again, visibly enjoying the torture he had put upon me. The analyzing gaze pushed me to roll my eyes in annoyance.
This day was going to be one of those that would keep me frustrated.
"I didn't know you have a boyfriend," Rory whispered. He winked at me before leaving.
I was confused.
But that only lasted for a few minutes before I caught sight of the source. He was standing outside the library, leaning against his car.
Jace was wearing white pants and shoes. His blue polo was tucked in, and he was wearing dark sunglasses.
Like before, the women who passed by gave him a glance. Some openly ogled at him. I have no idea if he was aware of it, and he just bluntly ignores the stare.
Or perhaps, he loved the attention.
Briefly knowing him, I would bet it was the second conclusion.
Keeping my frustration in check, I turned off the computer before leaving my post. He was smirking, a permanent expression on his face, when I slipped past the sliding doors of the city library.
"Are you a stalker? What are you doing here?"
Jace clicked his tongue.
"Is that your way of greeting an acquaintance?"
I scoffed.
"First of all, we're not really acquainted," I clarified. "Second, I have more questions than you can imagine. But I'm holding them off to show my gratitude because I'm that kind of person."
Jace pursed his lips. He pocketed his hands, eyeing me up and down. He chuckled, inclining his head to his car.
"Hop in."
I looked at him incredulously.
"Excuse me? As you can see, I'm at work. You can't just demand me to come with you."
Jace looked at the library.
Rory waved at him.
He caught my gaze and made shooing motions with his hand.
I scoffed.
"Wow," turning to Jace, I shook my head. "Did you bribe him?"
Instead of giving me a reply, Jace gave Rory a salute. The latter grinned like he had won the lottery.
"Hop in," Jace repeated. "We need to discuss a few things, remember?"
I wanted to argue.
Scream.
But I didn't want to make a scene. Plus, Rory was watching.
I'd hate for him to assume the worst if I fight Jace right here.
Grumbling, I opened the back door. Jace intercepted me, his hands holding mine.
At that moment, my heartbeat started a crazy rhythm. I inhaled his scent, a lovely burst of vanilla and something else.
It reminded me of my father, which only escalated the thrumming of my heart and the heat that crawled on my skin upon his touch.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jace asked, his face stoic as he stared at me deadpan.
I pulled my hand away to save myself from embarrassment, taking a step back. I folded my arms over my chest and eyed him up and down.
"You said to hop in."
"I'm not your driver. Get in the passenger seat."
He turned around.
I held my tongue from cussing at him severely. It was too tempting, but I had to restrain myself.
I need him to answer my questions. Hence, it was imperative to stay in his good graces. After getting what I needed, I could then stop trying.
Sulking, I opened the passenger seat and strapped myself in. As usual, Jace glanced my way and had his signature smirk plastered on his face.
The engine revved to life almost instantly. The silence inside the car would have been palpable, but I didn't even feel suffocated for some reason.
Rather, it was comforting.
I find it weird.
Who was this guy? Was he using some advanced technology to make me not wary of him?
I should be avoiding him, to be honest. Aside from knowing my address, I have no idea what else he knew about me. He was acting like he knew a lot.
How could that be possible?
The only other person who had access to me was Wizardo.
I couldn't count Bruce and Seven.
Bruce knew nothing about my assassin life.
Seven was in a coma.
The doctors said that if he woke up, that would be a miracle.
I don't think I have admitted this to anybody. But, I stopped believing in miracles when my parents died.
If it existed, why did they have to die?
Some said I was the miracle.
I could've died with my parents, but no. I survived.
But every day after waking up, knowing my father and mother were no longer with me made me wish I died with them.
What was even the point of living if I could no longer appreciate anything around me?
My world had become black and white.
I became dead inside.
Until Seven gave me purpose.
However, that purpose wasn't enough to bring back who I used to be.
The Amiel who wanted nothing but world peace.
Now that I think about it, it was such a childish wish. I would be embarrassed to have the same goal right now.
To add, world peace?
All be damned. That would never happen.
"Get on with it," Jace spoke, surprising me with his voice.
I had been immersed in my thoughts. I almost forgot about him.
"What?"
Jace snorted.
"You said you have questions for me," he glanced my way. "Get on with it."