FRAGILE HEART ? ?

Zara

My fangs hang inches to Origen's cheek when the scream stop me from moving. I shift my gaze towards the source of the noise only to see Weylenn, Cyril and Asher standing by the door.

Lynn has her mouth wide open with tears gushing down her pale cheeks while Asher grabs the door for what seems like support.

Oh crap.

Without thinking I retract letting my fangs sink back in before letting out a shark laugh.

“Hey guys?” My greetjng comes out Kore like a question than an actual greeting.

“What the hell are you, Zara?” Lynn gasps, her soft hair bouncing as she turns her neck side to side causing her head to shake.

What the hell am I going to do? What will I even say? That I used to be an assassin or I am a jaguar and an arcadian? Who the hell am I really?

“Can you guys give us some time to explain this to you? I know it's quite confusing, but just hear us out.” Origen chips in, eyes trained on Asher and Cyril.

They stand, and stare for a moment before stepping further into the room.

Weylenn moves to the edge of the bed while Cyril moves to the bedside table, Asher just plops on the floor eyes trained on Origen.

“I know this is a whole lot confusing, but we aren't human–”

“No shit, you aren't. She freaking let out black blood—black!!” Asher shrieks, sending his arms flying out inot the air.

“And her eyes was just blue now alongside her sharp fangs. It's not normal.” Weylenn whispers, pushing herself deeper into the sheets.

To every other person, it would seem like she just need more sheets because she is cold.

But I know better, she isn't cold. She is scared.

Scared of me, of who I am and how I kept this a secret for nearly a year if not more.

“Not to talk of the people that came out of no where.” Cyril adds, moving his fingers in a waving motion.

He seemed to be the most collected of them all. I just can't shake of the feeling that anytime I see him I see Tios.

“You remind me do much of Hypatios.” I murmur, tilting my head to the side a bit.

“Righttt? I thought they act totally the same too.” Origen gasps, eyes widening like he couldn't actually believe I see it too.

“Who the fuck is that?” Cyril grits, eyes turning darker.

“The white head that just left.” I supply, not taking my eyes off him.

Too much resemblance in character not face though.

“Hmm, he does seem cool though. Hey, back to the topic at hand. Who the hell are you guys?” Be snaps, shaking his head like he can't believe we are trying to deflect.

We aren't though.

“Are you guys like warewolves? Vampire? Witches? What, what ,what are you?” Asher cuts in, impatience getting the better of him as he smack his palm on his thigh.

“But, those things don’t exist.” Cyril murmur, his eyebrows furrowing together as he pinches his cheek over and over again.

“You can keep guessing till next week, but I am sure you won't get it so let us speak.” Origen says, his voice feel yet calm.

His ability to sound cool in any situation is a God damned miracle and nobody can convince me other wise.

“Sorry.” Weylenn squeaks, pressing her palms into her cheeks hard.