Chapter 37: Chapter 37

"Don't try and act so innocent. You knew! You knew and didn't tell me!” his eyes glowed gold and Edwin lowered his head,

"Abigail thought it would be for the best. I don't see the problem, so what if they're sisters? This doesn't change anything, "he countered though he kept his voice low and respectful.

Azian scoffed, "since when did we keep secrets away from each other?" he seethed storming out of the room.

Edwin let out a breath of air sipping his brow that had been dripping with sweat, the air finally cooling as Azian left.

Kaya’s POV

I run the brush through my tangled licks sighing as I through another hair ball away. Perks of having kinky hair. I let its fuzzy waves drop to my shoulders. It’s usually straight but I had just washed it. And it was about time.

I stared at my reflection through the bathroom mirror. I did look more like my mom every day. Her nose was gifted to me and the outline of her face.

But Dad had quite the side, he blessed me with his round ears and thick lips.

I sighed tightening my night gown, giving my hair one last look before going off to bed.

I stared at the ceiling of my roof a while before I decided to go to bed. Not something a teen would do on a Friday night this early but I felt much worn out for some reason. Also frustrated about every little thing since my little family reunion at school.

I tried not to think about it. Or anything else. Not much luck. I switched on the lamp beside my bed taking out my Creatures of the moon book, I was reading something about Wendigos. Viscous creatures I tell you. This we're the creatures of the night. More deadly than vampires in my opinion.

I sighed through the pages buying out time, as the minutes whisked away.

After what seemed only an hour I decided to check the time on my phone. My mind did a double take when I discovered it was midnight. I had been reading for three hours straight. But I hardly felt tired.

Thank God tomorrow was a Saturday. I could sleep in for as long as I wanted. I decided to close my eyes and count sheep maybe then I could sleep. I turned off the light and closed my eyes. Time ticked by but still nothing. I groaned as my stomach began to warm me of its pending hunger. Maybe some milk?

Sitting up, I once again turned on the light.

Knock, knock, and knock.

My heart almost came out of my chest as I heard the soft rattle on my balcony window.

I saw a dark figure outlined through the light curtain.

My heart kept pounding through my chest. Fingers trembling. Now I've watched a lot of horror movies and a lot of very stupid girls head for the window but me. Hell no.

I slowly slipped out of bed silent tiptoe to the door. If I could make it there I could bolt down to Aunt Lily’s room.

Before I could touch the handle I heard his voice, "Kaya"

My heart stopped facing the dark outline by the window. It couldn't be. At this time of the night? He barely paid attention to me at school. Why would he be here? At this time?

My brain better stop playing games with me.

"I know you know it’s me,”

My heart skipped another beat, I do know that voice. It cannot be forgotten.

However I still couldn't believe it... Probably a sick prank or something.

"Please... Let me in,”

I breathed out sharply tightening my robe, before taking slow little steps toward the balcony. I stopped halfway glancing at my pepper spray. I quickly grabbed it hiding it behind my back...

I would use it if anything happened.

I slowly unlocked the balcony door, cautiously opening it.

Time didn't exist and my eyes didn't believe even when he was standing right before me.

I tried to speak but like always whenever I was around him I couldn't find the words. Or was it words couldn't find me.

"A-Azian. What... What are you doing here?” I asked nervously. At this time of the night? It was well past midnight.

His eyes bored into mine a vibrant brown. So brown I swear it looked gold. He didn't say a word but his eyes seemed to drink me up.

"I couldn't sleep," his voice was low and quiet. Yet sure and stable. His eyes never once left my face.

I wanted his attention, I got it. But I didn't expect it to be this intense.

"S-so you came here?" I replied. My voice matched his quiet and slow.

He didn't respond still staring at me. I suddenly felt very cautious of myself my hand finding my way to my hair gasping when I felt its fuzziness. I forgot I had washed it. I probably looked like Godzilla, no wonder he was staring at me like that he probably was used with my straight hair.

My cheeks heated up involuntarily raising my eyes to meet his and he did the most beautiful thing since I met him. He chuckled, his faint dimples coming to life. It was the most beautiful thing I had seen, his smile was priceless.

"Sorry I just washed it...”I trailed off wondering why I apologized. It was my home and it was the middle of the night. "It... Gets fuzzy when I... "

"It’s beautiful” he replied completely catching me off guard. To say I was uncomfortable in that moment was an understatement... I looked to the left my hand still on the balcony handle, "is there a reason. You're here,”

He nodded his smile faded taking a step toward me. "I've come to claim your offer"

I couldn't even understand what he had just uttered. My mind was clouded. He was too close. Way to close.

He smirked, leaning in “may I come in?"

I nodded mindlessly and he walked by me allowing me to catch a breath staring at the sky. Was this real? Was Azian really here?

"That last time I was here, this place was-A mess,” he finished turning around as I closed the door.

I shook my head briefly allowing my senses to return, "You’re here to claim my offer,” I trailed off thinking back, My eyes widened, "I. Didn't mean at this s time," I folded my arms surprised at what I was hearing.

He didn't seem moved at all, "your remedies don't work anymore. You said you help me anytime, as I recall. Did you lie? "

I paused running out of words... Like a fear caught in headlights.

"No... I mean I could give you a list...” I stood up searching for where I out the darn pen.

He was silent just watching me, "No need,”

My eyes snapped out to meet his.

"They probably won't work,” his eyes dulled and I saw it again. The same thing I saw the last time. The worn out version of the god before me.

"Why-"

"Don't ask," he cut me off, he's tone was sad, "you won't understand, "

I tried to read him but honestly I didn't know where to begin. His gaze strayed away from mine.

I tucked a stray fuzz ball behind my ear studying him for a minute. "You haven't slept in a while have you?" I asked softly.

His silence was a yes to me.

He suddenly looked like one of those huge cuddly bears that needed a hug.

He shoulders drooped slightly, his jaw was tight yet his eyes we're tired.

"Why are you here?" I repeated my heart slowly beating. Counting down the seconds.

He run his hand s through his golden locks, but remained silent.

There was something he wasn't telling me. I could read him. I nodded walking toward the bed kneeling to take my slippers that I always push underneath my bed. I could feel his eyes on me curiously taking in my every move but I decided to pay him no mind.

I put them on heading for the door, I turned to see him, "you coming?” I asked as I opened the door. His eyebrows furrowed but I left him there. It was his turn to be confused for a while.

Heading down stairs I went straight for the fridge. I was just so hungry. I could hear his heavy steps following. His shadow looming over as I put the cups and took out some cake from the fridge.

I poured him a glass and myself.

"Are you going to just stand there?" I asked taking a seat.

It took a moment before he decided to join me. Still silent and very attentive.

We ate the cake in silence. I took time to study his face, there we're a lot of things going through my mind at the moment. A lot of things I wanted to ask. Starting from why he kissed me the first day, why he kissed my sister. Why he ignores me... But in that moment I didn't want to ask anything.

I guess part of me thought if I said anything wrong he might disappear. Or that would be the end of it all. Or if it was a dream I would wake up at this moment.

"Khloe.” he began instantly making me snap back to reality, "is your sister?" He said slowly.

I nodded Dryly. Not the best topic to start with, "my parents divorced and my father remarried, “I replied, "so not by blood by marriage, " I replied watching him.

He stared back intently as all this sunk in. "Shouldn't you be asking your girlfriend all this?"

Another question is shouldn't he be with his girlfriend at this moment?

"I should,” he replied

I nodded standing up taking both plates into the sink.

A slight shiver crawled down my spine as I felt his dark figure behind me his hot breath laced my neck, "but I don't want to," he whispered. He groaned a little shifting my hair to the side.

Before I could do anything I felt his lips touch the side of my neck, "I shouldn't be here,” he whispered. "But I can't stay away any longer,”

I turned around sharply knowing full well there was nowhere to go. He powered over me, just a hairs breath away, "close your eyes,” he whispered.

I shook my head as he placed his a kiss on my forehead. My breathing sagged and sleep finally invaded me.

I knew this was just a dream.

I woke up the next day in my bed, alone.

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