His pov
Beneath the vast expanse of the moonlit sky, I discovered her lying on the
earth, a portrait of vulnerability. Unconscious, she wore the weight of
exhaustion, her visage etched with weariness. Hastening towards her, I
observed rivulets of sweat cascading down her face, a testament to the burden
of low blood pressure, accompanied by tears that spoke volumes of untold
stories. Gently, I sought to rouse her from the depths of her unconsciousness,
my hand tenderly caressing her pallid features.
Her eyes fluttered open, a fragile gaze meeting mine, only to surrender once
more to the refuge of my embrace. Cloaked in opulent attire, she seemed an
anomaly in this unexpected setting. A suspicion flickered within me—was she
a pawn in some sinister game, a victim of clandestine designs? It crossed my
mind, the notion that perhaps she had narrowly escaped the clutches of
malevolence. The approaching footsteps served as an urgent cue, compelling
me to lift her from the ground and propel us from the draft.
We descended swiftly, finding sanctuary in the seclusion of her backyard, an
oasis of solitude. Nestled amidst verdant meadows, I carefully laid her down,
anticipating the return of consciousness. As I beheld her countenance,
adorned in the finery of her gown
In that moment of suspended time, I contemplated the inexplicable
connection that had brought me to her aid. The first encounter had sparked a
fleeting sense of familiarity, and later in the library, she had been a vivacious
presence, a chatterbox whose loquacity tested the limits of my patience.
Despite my inclination to keep to myself, fate had interceded, compelling me
to extricate her from peril. The rationale behind my actions eluded me, a
mystery shrouded in the enigma of the night.
Her stirring hinted at the imminent return to consciousness, diverting my
musings. With a final, lingering gaze, I took leave of her presence, propelled
by an inexplicable force that had entwined our destinies on that surreal night.
She lingered persistently in the recesses of my thoughts, a presence that
begged interrogation. Why was she etched into the canvas of my mind? To
the best of my knowledge, there existed no uprising amongst their kindred
with humans. An insatiable curiosity spurred me to unravel the mystery
enveloping her.
Familiar visages filled the room—Melissa, Jackson, and others, their words
orbiting around her. "How dare she lay hands on you?" Melissa's voice
reverberated, a vow of retribution echoing in her words. "I will make her
suffer for her actions, arthur."
Liam's response cut through the charged air, a proclamation of possessiveness
that sent shivers through the room. "Touch her, and your life diminishes
Every peril she faces subtracts from your lifeline melinda ," he warned.
"you've got to find her. She can't have gone far, and if you locate her, make
sure she gets back home safe." I made myself out from the room of tension
with his words echoed in my head. "Did you catch that, Jackson?.
I didn't even know he knows about her?" Jackson questioned. "Yeah, he does.
He was there when we dealt with Kai. Wanted her brother gone, but I didn't
know he had cared for her life.I thought he wanted me to handle her, do
something about her, or maybe hurt her. Kai wrecked his whole ship, a big hit
for him. I figured he'd hold a grudge, but no, he has something else in his
head. Now my fate's in her hands. What a mess!" Jackson looked puzzled by
my sudden breakdown.
She was really getting on my nerves. I wondered where she'd gone. Asked my
people to find her, and out of nowhere, I got word she was at home. That
shocked me. "How is she at home? Jumped from here or whatever, and no
one's got the guts to lend a hand. I need to see her now." I hopped on my ship
and set course for home. I walked into the room, and she was lying in bed, sipping water. "How did you get here?" I asked. She replied, "I woke up in
bed; I don't know." I wasn't convinced. "Are you saying you fell from up
there?" I pressed. She shot back, "Why would I lie? No one's brave enough to
help me if I was." I pondered her words but couldn't shake off thoughts of
Liam.
"What did you do to arthur, you witch?" I accused. She looked at me
skeptically, "What?" she retorted, "Don't act innocent. You know what you
did." i asked, "Okay, fine, I did it. But he deserved that ." I was shocked, "Do
you realize who he is? The founder of Gogo's son. He can ruin us." She
scoffed, "Who understands that better than me? He took everything from me
– my brother, my people. What's left for him to do? Kill me or torture me? I
can handle both." I'm up for both challenges. After uttering those words, I
gracefully glided my way to the washroom, leaving her in a state of tranquil curiosity.