Kieran walked towards the room, pushed it open. Empty! Where had she gone? He heard the soft creak of wood behind him. His ears perked up. A soft clink, followed by a creak. It was towards his personal space. His room. His eyes darkened.He left the door open and walked towards the source of the noise. A step, a loud creak echoed. He saw his door slightly open. His face tightened. Then, he pulled the door open, walked into the low illuminated room.Lila–she was in there, tugging at every cabinet, footsteps hurried. He slammed the door behind him and she froze, hands trembling as her gaze fell on him. His hands clenched, veins bulging out. She leans backwards, eyes wide.He held up the carved metal pentagon bearing the Blackwell's family design. “ Looking for this?” He asked and she squinted, keeping a distance. He smirked, closed in on her. She took one step back, her throat bobbing up and down. Her back hit the book rack above, legs brushing against the connected cabinets

Lights poked into the room, darkness still hovering around them. Allistair snapped his eyes open, the curtains were closed creating a kind of shade preventing the morning sun from reaching out into the room. .Wait …it was morning. He flung off the bed, turning around in an attempt to wake Caedmon. But–Caedmon wasn't on the bed. He outstretched his hands towards the side Caedmon had slept on. Cold–very cold. It meant Caedmon had left early in the morning or probably didn't sleep for too long. “ Done with the beauty sleep?” A masculine voice rang out. He lifted his gaze and saw Caedmon, leaning against the door, arms crossed. When did he arrive? He stood up and went towards the door, brushing his hair with his fingers. “ You didn't sleep” “ I did. Not for too long” Caedmon said as they walked towards the sitting room. Each wood creaked under them as they walked. The scent of olive becomes stronger with each step. He felt a strange presence, something overwhelming like he was b

Allistair was stunned. He shouldn't be surprised as the man was wealthy and had a high status. It's normal for him to appear at places like this. “ He shouldn't be here” Lila said, dragging him off towards the restroom like her life depended on it. His eyes darkened. What was she scared of ? It was her father. “ He is probably here for …the networking??” He dragged and she exhaled. She had successfully dragged him into a corner, away from the center of attention. He grabbed onto her shoulder and stared at her. “ Why..why run from your father?”Lila tugged at her dress, pulled his hand off her shoulder, flashed him a quick glance, then looked away. “ He wasn't supposed to attend this year’s network gala” she said, then paused, brows drawn together, “ at least that's what he told me” Her expression was overtaken by rock hard seriousness. Nothing like the soft lady-like expression from earlier. He raised a brow, his gaze boring through her. In an attempt to see deep into her very

Water splattered as he ran. He felt regretful for a second. He should have just stayed back at the gala. He should have listened to Kieran but now it was already too late. He felt a dark intent, more like danger in a close range. He dodged and a dagger ripped past him and stuck itself on the only wooden door frame. His eyes widened with horror as his blood ran cold. They struck to kill, nothing else. He couldn't make out Lila's figure in the dark or which direction she took, he strained his eyes and that slowed his movement, then he saw her. She darted out of the exit door in the speed of lightening and he did same the next second. “ They followed us?” He asked, his voice rough as he sprinted towards the car. “ No, these ones are different” she replied unevenly, trying to catch her already fleeting breath. He didn't have the brain to process what she just said but he caught onto something. How could she tell if they were different or not? He pulled the door open but the next

“ How did you find us?” Allistair finally broke the silence in the house. Kieran flung his bloody suit aside, looking like he was ready to commit murder. “ He had Orion watch you” Caedmon answered , patching him up. He winced, the pain from his shoulder was stinging. Almost like his arm was about to be ripped off his shoulders. He furrowed his brow, Kieran sent someone to follow him? It explained the ominous feeling of being watched when he left the gala building. He let out a small smile, glanced at Kieran…“ He talks about trust but he certainly didn't trust I would listen to him” he said, groaned when Caedmon wrapped the bandage firmly. “ It's not you he doesn't trust. It's her” Caedmon said, gesturing towards Lila who was still lying on the floor appearing lifeless. Allistair remembered something. The way Lila had reacted. The shadow guards. Everything. “if we didn't go, we couldn't have known George Bunks was working for Blackwell” he said and Caedmon exhaled. “ If Ori