Angel's Assassin

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Fantasy Realm
Skyler is a seventeen-year-old assassin who has lost her family and lives in a small apartment by herself. While out in town, Skyler meets Calvin an assassin she used to train with but left three years before. They become friends and are sendt out to kill an enemy of their boss (Calvin's father).

Submitted: April 30, 2017

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“Do you trust me?” I looked up at Layhla, her sky-blue eyes shining with excitement.

“Of course not. The only reason I agreed to this is because I know you wouldn’t risk years in the prison camps as punishment for killing me.” I laughed at her response and spread out my wings, ready to fly, the turquoise and purple feathers, edged with a hint of rose gold, circled me like a cage, earning more than a just a few awestruck glances from the people around us.

Layhla had always been envious of my wings, as even though we were identical twins, she had been born without wings.

I grabbed her around the waist and took off into the sky. About five minutes later, we were back at the palace. I dropped of Layhla and took off for the garden. Walking around in the flower patches and trees, I finally managed to clear my mind. Layhla and I had spent the day walking through the town, watching all the decorations set up for our little sister Haziel’s birthday. There had been everything from gold sparkles to giant roses made up of cloth decorating every corner of the town. I am quite sure I am one of the only people who knows that her birthday probably won’t go as planned this year.

I had tried to warn my parents, but they said I was being foolish thinking anyone would be stupid enough to try and go after princess Haziel. So I believed them. Now I know I shouldn’t have. To say the birthday didn't go as planned is the understatement of the century.



 

7 years later

Armed with two guns, a sword, and enough knives to kill an army, I finally found the guts to leave the safety of my apartment and wander out into the streets. I hadn’t eaten any proper food for days, so I decided to go to the nearest local bakery and buy something. I heard a bell ding as I entered through the huge, delicate wooden doors. The scent of baking pies and hot chocolate hit me as I walked in, nearly making me drool on the fine carpets stationed in the hallway. I fished out the coins I had in my pocket and walked over to the register. The lady standing behind the counter was short and plump with bright pink hair that surrounded her face in soft curls, just touching her shoulders. She was wearing a red, dotted dress with a smudged apron tied around her front.

“Hello and welcome to Ruben’s Bakery. Which one of these delicacies can I get you?” She had a jolly voice and soft face as she looked at me, waiting for an answer.

“Oh, um, I’ll have a cherry and apple pie, a box of 6 donuts and a hot chocolate. Thank you.”  She smiled, took my coins and went to get my order. As she walked I could clearly see that she was limping, it didn’t seem to bother her, so it was probably something she had had for a long time. I went to find a table. My favorite table, a small bench by the window surrounded by cushions and pillows, was empty, so I went and sat down. It usually took about 15 minutes for the pies to be completed, so I took a magazine from the windowsill and started reading until I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and found myself facing a brown-haired man. He looked about 20 with dark blue eyes and a quite handsome face. He was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt that was tight enough to show off a muscular chest. It took me a couple of seconds to recognize him, as I was so used to seeing him in fighting gear.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I am looking for a Skyler Kylock, and you seem to match the description very well.”

“Yes, Calvin, what is it?”

“After being gone for three years I’d at least expect some kind of a hello or welcome back. Anyway, my dad needs to talk to you, so you should go to the Cunninggarde as soon as possible.” For anyone else, the name would just sound like the name of the nightclub down the street. Only a few people knew that it was actually the home of some of the most dangerous assassins in Uscech.

“Can you please just call him Andries or Mr. Reilly like everyone else? I swear I’m never going to get used to you two being related”

“I know he’s your boss, but he is my dad and I will call him that as much as I want to.”

“And you’re his ugly-ass son” I knew this was a very obvious statement, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“No, I’m his daughter.” Calvin must have seen my confused look, as he continued with saying.

“Sarcasm. You know when someone says the…”

“I know what sarcasm is. I’m not stupid.” He smiled and sat down on the cushion beside me. I decided to ignore him and kept reading in my magazine. He had been very different before. I guess puberty had finally come to him in the three years he had been gone. With his over-the-top confidence and flirtatious attitude, I decided I already hated him. After a short while of awkward silence, I put down the magazine and walked over to the counter to pick up my baked goods and walked towards the exit. I was relieved to find Calvin still in the bakery and not following me. I picked a donut out of the bag and started eating. The chocolate filling oozed out of the donut and onto my white blouse. I swore and picked up a napkin from the bag, trying to wipe off the stain. As I looked down on the napkin, I realized there was something written on it.

I need to see you as soon as possible. I have another assignment for you.

I knew exactly who had written this. I knew Andries’ handwriting. I also knew it was time to run. I stuffed the donut back in the bag and ran, my hand gripping the blade in my sleeve. I didn’t go back to my apartment, instead, I ran to the Cunningguarde. About two blocks away from the Cunninggarde, I felt someone grab my shoulder. I spun around, ready to stab them in the neck if necessary.  Behind me was a man. He had black hair covering half his face and a long scar running down the left side of his face. I instantly recognized him as a Vlarid. I was so tired of having to fight the Vlarids and their stupid armies.

Before he could react, I plunged the knife into his neck, light purple blood oozed out, leaving blotches all over my blouse. Leaving the knife in his neck, I started running again, when I suddenly heard someone scream behind me. As I spun around I saw Calvin, with a dagger in his hand and a dead body lying on the ground in front of him.

“A classic fairytale. The knight saves the princess, the princess kisses the knight, they get married and live happily ever after.” Calvin smiled, picked up my hand and kissed it. For a moment I just stood there dumbfounded and stared at him, before I gave him a vulgar gesture and walked off.

 

When I reached the Cunninggarde I went straight to Andries office. He was sitting in his chair reading some documents.

“Take a seat, Skyler.” He watched me as I sat down in one of the guest chairs. I knew he must have noticed my blood-splattered shirt, but he didn’t say anything, so I didn’t explain why it was there.

“Did Calvin find you?” His blue-black hair fell over his face as he spoke

“Yes, unfortunately, he did.” His eyes sparkled as his lips stretched into a smile. As I lowered my eyes from his blue eyes, I noticed he was still wearing his black training suit. The suit was tight around his chest and waist, leaving little to imagination with loose black pants that covered his feet down to the ankles.

“He is usually quite popular when it comes to girls. I guess you’re not like most girls though.”

“Most girls don’t earn a living by hunting down traitors and slitting their throats.” He chuckled, a low sound that seemed to echo in the empty room.

“Well, the reason I came was to ask you about this,” I said as I held up the napkin, I had recognized his writing when I had first read it.

“Ah, yes, you haven’t been here for a couple of days now, and I couldn’t seem to be able to contact you, so I asked the lady at the bakery to give it to you if you ever came. I know how much you love Ruben’s.” He gestured to my bag of baked goods and chuckled again.

“Well, you told me you had another assignment for me.”

“Ah, yes. I’m afraid I can’t tell you yet due to a couple of different reasons.”

“Then why the hell did you ask me to come?”

“Because I need you to do some training here, you can’t stay in your little house all the time.”

“Well, then I’m going to go and start training.”

“You should try training with Calvin, he might actually be a challenge unlike all the other weaklings here.” Instead of answering, I turned and walked out.

 

I grabbed my old suit from my locker and went over to the changing room. I threw away my bloodied blouse and slid on the black suit. It hugged all of my curves, especially tight on me now as it was a size too small.

As I entered the gym I noticed another person in there. Calvin. Of Course. He noticed me entering and started walking over in my direction. He was shirtless, his chest gleaming with sweat. The sight would have brought many girls to their knees, and I wondered how many girls he had lured into bed using his looks.

“Hey, Sky. Looking good.” His eyes swept over my body in an intimate caress that I would only allow a few people, definitely not including him. Crossing my arms over my chest, I caught his gaze and said in a voice so sour I barely recognized myself,

“Look at me like that one more time, and I swear I will punch your balls up your throat.” I saw his mouth curve upwards in a smile, before answering,

“Not very ladylike, are you?”

“I don’t want to be ladylike, I want to lure men to their deaths.” I walked off to the knife-throwing ring and picked up a couple of blades that lay nearby. I knew Calvin was watching, but I decided I would kill him later and actually get some practice now. I aimed and threw the first blade. It hit bullseye perfectly. I threw the next two blades into the targets further away. They both hit bullseye too. I glanced over my shoulder at Calvin, he gave me an impressed look and said,

“You’re better than I thought.” I shrugged and went to get the blades. I put them back where I had found them and went over to the sparring ring. Calvin took the challenge and picked up a sword.

Once he had chosen a blade he liked, I lunged at him, nearly knocking the blade out of his hands.

“Hey, no fair, we haven’t started yet.” He swung back at me, hitting my sword with a loud clang.

“When someone attacks you with a sword they won’t tell you when they’re starting. So neither will I” He chuckled and took a step closer to me. He was now close enough to knock me off my feet if I wasn’t careful. His still bare chest turning my mind fuzzy. I whirled around and faster than he could react, knocked his sword out of his hands.

“Ha, I won,” I said as I put my sword away.

“You sure about that?” He replied, taking another sword of the wall, and with incredible speed, pinned me to the wall.

“We were done. That doesn’t count, stupid.” I spun out of his grasp and walked over to the water fountain.

“If you’re ever sword-fighting with someone, you will never be done, not until you’ve either killed them or left them unconscious.”

Giving him the finger, I walked off to the changing rooms.

“Where are you going? You’ve been here like twenty minutes.” Calvin said and jogged towards me. I couldn’t help but stare at his chest

“I need to take a piss,” I said and closed the changing room door. As I was on my way out of the bathroom, I glanced in the mirror. I had dark bags under my eyes. My usually sky-blue irises were now a dull shade of gray. The only part of me that still looked good was my golden hair, shining in the strong hallway light. I tied it up in a ponytail and went back into the training arena, only to find Calvin smiling at me as I closed the door behind me.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just wondering what you will say when I tell you that you and I are being sent on an assignment together.”

“What?” I repeated, a bit louder this time.

“You heard me, sweetie. We’re being sent to South Snehb to assassinate Edward Gower, also known as Crazy Eyed Gower. Dad decided that it would be a good idea to send his two best assassins to kill the most infamous pirate in Uscech.” I had heard about Gower before. He was a big fan of doing things so terrible to people I can’t even think about the stories I’ve heard without wanting to puke.

“You do know that this is practically suicide?” There was no way two young assassins just finished with training could take out a 40-year-old experienced killer.

“You killed Duke Addach. Do you have any idea how many experienced assassins have tried to take him out and failed?” I had to smile at the memory of how I had managed to assassinate a killer that even the best assassins in Uscech had failed.

“Well, I came here to train, not chit-chat, so should we start?”

Three hours later I was completely exhausted and covered in sweat from head to toe. I had to admit that Calvin was the first real challenge I have had in a long time, he even beat me a couple of time in sparring and archery. Something no-one had been able to do for a long time.

“So, Reilly, I am going to have to admit, you’re actually quite good.”

“Well, Kylock, you’re not terrible yourself.” He had finally found the decency to put his shirt back on, but it was damp with sweat, practically shaping around him like a second skin. I smiled and turned towards the changing rooms.

“Well, I’m going to start heading home, it’s been a long day and I’m absolutely drained of energy.”

“Sure, see you tomorrow then?” He shot me a questioning look, and I had to admit, even though he pissed me off, I kind of wanted to meet up with him again.

“8:00 sharp, out on the track.” Without another glance at him, I closed the door behind me and went over to the showers. My towel was in my locker, so I hurried over to get it out.

I showered with extreme speed and got dressed in the pair of black jeans I had worn this morning and a navy blue t-shirt I found in my locker. I took another donut out of the bag and started walking back to my apartment. I made sure to watch out extra carefully for people who seemed suspicious. Just this week I had ended up having to fight four Vlarids. They had always been after me, probably since they could detect my non-human scent. No-one on the streets ever reacted as they were used to the Vlarids killing innocent people, so nobody thought anything of the fact that I was attacked nearly daily, or nobody actually realized since I would usually kill whoever attacked me and then ditch the crime scene before anyone saw anything.

As I arrived at my apartment I noticed the bathroom light was on. I took my gun out of my boot and help it tightly to my chest, my finger over the trigger. I dropped my bags off in the hall and walked towards the bathroom. I could now clearly see the silhouette of a human in my bathroom. When I was right behind the half-open door that led into the bathroom, I finally dared take a peek through the crack between the door and the wall.

“Calvin? What the hell are you doing here.” He looked at the gun in my hands and laughed “Ugh, idiot.”

“ My father said I was to stay with you as he’s having a celebration of some kind back at our house.”

“And couldn’t you just party with him?”

“He said there were some people there who didn’t know I even existed, and who shouldn’t know I exist.”

“Why the hell can’t they know you exist?”

“Because they could use me as a threat to my father.”

“Ah, but that doesn’t explain why you’re staying at my house. Or how you came here before me. Or why you didn’t tell me earlier.”

“Because my dad said that he would take me to the apartment I was staying at right after we were done training. He didn’t specify on the fact that it was your apartment before we were right outside saddling off our horses.”

I walked over to my bedroom leaving Calvin in the bathroom all alone. I then grabbed a clean sheet from the old wood cupboard in the corner by my bed and walked back out into the living room, throwing it onto the sofa in the hall, leaving Calvin to make his own bed. He took the hint and began wrapping the linen sheet over the sofa. I then went to the bathroom and began getting ready for bed. I was busy brushing my teeth when Calvin came in and asked,

“Why are you getting ready for bed? You know it’s just like seven thirty.” I ignored him and continued getting ready for bed, walking over to my bedroom and grabbing a nightgown, hanging over the side of my bed. I wasn’t surprised to see Calvin had followed me.

“If you want to watch while I change, you’re welcome to, but I would honestly prefer it if you could step outside while I replace these austere pieces of scraps with an ornate and embellished little clothing item that is used while sleeping.” He snickered and left my bedroom.

Turning off the bedroom lights, I went back to my bed. I was pissed at Andries for making Calvin stay here without even asking for my permission. Pulling the covers over my head, I decided to ignore the fact that there was a hot guy I barely knew in my living room, and instead tried to focus on getting a good night's sleep.

The first thing that hit me as I woke up was the smell of fried bacon. I kicked off the covers and shuffled over to the kitchen. As I entered the mess that I called a kitchen, I noticed Calvin had set the table.

“Um, I see you made breakfast.”

“Oh, good morning gorgeous. Yeah, I was up quite early and had nothing….” He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw me standing there in my nightgown. It was made of dark blue silk and was barely long enough to cover my butt. Together with the swooping neckline and mostly mesh material, It was the most scandalous item of clothing I had ever owned. It was tight enough to show off every curve of my body, but at the same time loose enough to be comfortable to sleep in. I knew I probably looked like a mess, my loose hair hanging around my shoulders in a tangled mess, dark eyes under my circles and pale skin, but Calvin stood there looking like he had just seen God or something.

I walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. Calvin just stood dumbfounded by the oven for a while before finally saying,

“You look absolutely… like really…” He shook his head and sat down on the other side of the table.

“Absolutely what? Dazzling? Beautiful? Exquisite?”

“All three.” He replied, still staring. I smiled at him, before reaching for the pan of bacon and pouring half of the content onto my plate.

After we had both finished our meals and Calvin had volunteered to do the dishes, I went to the bathroom and started getting ready to shower. My back had been itching like crazy the last week and I was beginning to wonder whether I was getting a rash or something. As I looked in the mirror I noticed it was much worse than I could have imagined. Growing back out of my back were my wings. The rose gold edges shimmering in the bathroom light. I had had my wings removed when I was twelve, they’re not supposed to grow back if you remove them at such a young age. I swore and got into the shower, letting the water wash away my thoughts, clearing my mind enough that I could finally think clearly. I wasn’t planning to show anyone my back anytime soon so I decided to ignore it for now and just make sure to not wear any backless clothing items until I could remove my wings again.

After I was finished prepping myself in the bathroom, I got dressed and headed back out to Calvin. I was wearing a light blue dress that reached down to my knees before flowing out in gold silk.

As I entered the living room, I noticed Calvin looking at me. He was sitting on my couch reading a woman’s magazine I had bought a couple of days ago. His brown hair falling over his forehead, making his sapphire eyes stand out more than usual. I raised my brows at him and he chuckled before saying,

“I must admit, I preferred you in that nightgown of yours.” I picked up the pillow laying on the pillow beside me and chucked it at him, before walking over and joining him on the couch.

“So tell me more about that assignment you told me about yesterday. The one about Crazy Eyed Gower.”

“Well, Andries decided that he would send his two best assassins to South Snehb to take out his biggest enemy, which we all know is Crazy Eyed Gower and his army of Vlarid. So we will be staying an inn right outside of Uspos and during Halloween, when Gower has his annual Halloween party, we will sneak in as guests and assassinate him.”

“Easier said than done. How are we supposed to get into the party? He only gives out invitations to rich and famous people.”

“That’s why you and I are going as Mrs. and Mr. Calchano, a famous couple from Floenia.”

“What? I’m not posing as your wife.”

“Sorry, Sweetie, but you don’t exactly have a choice. We’re leaving in two months, so it’s too late to change anything now.” I glared at Calvin before picking up a grape from the fruit bowl on the table by the couch.

“Do not ever again call me Sweetie again or I swear I will punch your balls up your throat.”

He chuckled before falling silent again.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“How long do you think I can stay here?”

“Well, as long as you make me breakfast every day, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

 

We spent the next couple of weeks training together at the Cunninggarde. It was nice finally having an actual challenger worthy of my time.

He stayed in my apartment and kept his part of the deal by making me breakfast each morning. I still wore my purple nightgown every morning, and he still couldn’t help but stare every morning. He had also gone from sleeping on my couch to sleeping on a stack of mattresses in my room. We had become as close as we were before he left, and would very often go for walks together. Our favorite path was walking through the forests behind my house.

We had both had a rough day and thought it might be nice to go for a walk. As we were walking I noticed small berries on the side of the path. They had ripened into a nice shade of scarlet.

“Hey, Calvin. Stop for a sec. Look at these.” I picked a couple and ate them. They were sweet with a hint of sourness, the flavour reminded me of cherries. I stood up and looked over at Calvin. He was looking at me with a smile on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing, you just look so sweet and innocent picking berries out in the woods. I would never guess that you were an assassin, hadn’t it been for the fact we train together.” I chucked a berry at him before stalking back into the woods. Calvin ran after me. I looked back at him, he smiled at me. Suddenly I fell forward. I hadn’t been watching my step and had fallen right into a hole in the ground. A hole filled with water. As I stood up again, soaked and angry, I noticed Calvin laughing on the ground beside me. He shut up as he saw me standing there, my clothes sticking to me like a second skin. I wasn’t sure but I thought I saw something like desire flash his eyes as he took in the sight of me.

“So are you going to stand there like a gaping idiot forever, or are you actually planning on helping me.” He ran over to me, wrapping his jacket around my shoulders. I then decided I had had enough walking for today, so Calvin let me sit on his back the rest of the way back.  

Five weeks before we were leaving for South Snehb, I was at home going cleaning my weapons when there was a loud knock at my door. I wasn’t used to people knocking as the only other person who walked in and out was Calvin, and he had his own key. I poked my head out the window in an attempt to see whoever this visitor was. All I could see was someone wearing a dark maroon colored cloak that covered their entire body.

I took a blade out of my boot and went downstairs to open the door. I tried to get a look of the person through the peep-hole in my door, but something was blocking the other side. I opened the door, gripping my blade even harder. Outside was woman, probably in her mid-twenties. She was incredibly pale with emerald green eyes and long strands of curly dark blond hair. She looked absolutely petrified for some reason.

“Please let me in. Skyler, right? I need to talk to you.” She looked so shaken I decided it would be safe to let her inside. It wasn’t before I had closed the door behind and bolted it shut that she finally relaxed.

“First of all, who the hell are you, how do you know me and why do you look like you just had an encounter with satan himself.” She took of her cloak, revealing a slender body dressed in a thin brown dress that reached down to her knees.

“My name is Shika Valphyra, I know your master, Andries Reilly. He told me to come get you. He didn’t specify why, but he said it had something to do with Calvin. You need to go to the emergency room in the Cunninggarde at once.”

“Is Calvin hurt?” My heart was beating faster than I even knew was possible. Instead of waiting for an answer I ran down the stairs and to the Cunninggarde.

As I reached the emergency room, I noticed Andries talking to one of the medics. I ran over to them and stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed Calvin laying unconscious in a hospital bed nearby. He had a deep gash down his left cheek and a numerous amount of stab wounds on the parts of his chest that were poking out of the blanket covering him. His right arm was in a white cast, filled with crimson stains of blood. His face was so pale it was nearly as white as the sheets he was resting on. I turned to the medic.

"What happened to him?" The medic looked down at me. Her amber eyes filled with sorrow and sympathy.

"He was attacked by the Vlarids. A group of about ten surprised him in the middle of a dark alley. Luckily a group of ours noticed and were able to take them out before they killed Calvin." I ran over to the bed where Calvin lay. I knew that both the medic and Andries were staring at me, but I ignored them as I stroked a finger down his non-injured cheek and sat down on the bed beside him.

“How long will it take before he’s better?” I had to admit I was kind of excited for our trip to South Snehb so I hoped he would be better by then.

“Our medics are quite strong so they might be able to heal him fully in about two weeks. The strongest medic we have is on his way here. He will at least be able to bring Calvin back to consciousness today, but Calvin will have to stay here under constant observation for the rest of the week.” I nodded and looked back at Calvin. He looked so peaceful and innocent laying in the emergency bed. I leaned down and kissed his forehead before heading to the bathrooms.

I knew I could heal Calvin instantly if I wanted to. Everyone in my family had been born with that ability. The only problem was that nobody could ever know I had that ability. I had healed Calvin a bit when I kissed his forehead, but not so much that anyone would notice a change. After making sure the door was locked I sat down in a corner and tried sorting out my thoughts. The Vlarids had probably seen me with Calvin. They had never before organized an attack at a random person on the streets.  And I knew they were after me.

After sulking in the bathroom for a while, I decided it would be a good idea to go back to Calvin. When I entered the emergency room I noticed a man in there I hadn’t seen before. He had long blue-black hair and was wearing a rose-brown tunic and dark-green pants that were short enough to show off his ankles. He was bent over Calvin in a way that medics used to do when healing a person. I didn’t want to disturb, so I just stood in the doorway staring at Calvin, praying for him to get better.

After about five minutes I noticed Calvin’s eyelids fluttering. I rushed over to his bed. The medic stood up and left.

“Wait, he’s not conscious yet. You can’t leave yet,” I exclaimed, but he ignored me and kept walking. I looked up at Andries but he just nodded his head at me before following the medic out the door. I was now all alone with Calvin, the female medic had left a while ago.

“What kind of hospital is this? You can’t just leave your patients all alone. Especially not when they are in the state Calvin’s in.” No-one replied, but I wasn’t expecting anyone to either so I just sat down beside Calvin again. Since there wasn’t anyone here I decided it might be safe to use some of my healing abilities to at least bring Calvin back to consciousness.

I placed a hand on his chest and started the process. A faint white light appeared under my fingers, spreading over Calvin’s torso. After only a couple of seconds he opened his eyes and groaned. I didn’t stop healing him, instead I pushed even harder, the white light now lighting up the entire room. After about two more minutes, I stopped. As I pulled back my hands, Calvin sat up, his scars and bruises had already begun fading, and his face had regained some color. He just sat staring at me for a while before saying in a ragged voice.

“How the hell did you do that?” He looked so shocked I couldn’t help but smile.

“You can never tell anyone about this. Never. Ever.” He smiled back at me before reaching over to me and pulling me in for a hug. For a moment I just sat there, stiff like a statue, before melting into his embrace. After a while of just sitting there he pulled away, and I noticed tears on his cheeks. I reached up to brush them away.

“I was so sure they were going to kill me.” His voice was merely a whisper. “They asked me about you. They said they would kill me if I didn’t tell them what they wanted to hear.” My heart fell as I realized they had attacked him because of me.

“I am so sorry.” I said as tears streamed down my cheeks. “I nearly killed you. I would never have forgiven myself if they killed you. Never”

“Well, they didn’t kill me, and it wasn’t your fault. You were not responsible for any of this.” I lay down beside him, still crying.

“It was my fault. I knew they would try to attack someone I knew to get at me. I’ve known for years and years. The only reason they didn’t do it before now is because I’ve never been this close to anyone in the time I can remember. I should have told you when I realized we were becoming closer than I have been with anyone. I should have told you.” By the time I was finished, my entire body was shaking. Calvin put an arm around me and turned over to his side. We were now facing each other, so close I could feel his breath.

“Sky, listen to me. It was not in any way your fault. You didn’t want this to happen. I am not blaming you for this.” I leaned closer to him until my head was on his chest. He smelled like seawater and cedarwood. He stiffened for a second before leaning his chin on my head. We stayed like that until I fell asleep in his arms.

When I awoke, the first thing I noticed was Calvin’s naked chest, right in front of my face. I had been too distressed to think straight when I first came to see him yesterday. I sat up and brushed down my hair with my fingers. Calvin was still sleeping, so I let him rest while I went over to the bathroom. I washed my face and put my hair up into a bun with a hair tie I always kept around my wrist.

As I looked into the mirror I realized I looked like a wreck. My eyes were red and swollen from crying, and I was pale as a ghost.

I walked back to Calvin and saw the female medic there. She was washing his face with a cloth, telling him that the only reason he felt so good now was because the best medic in the Cunninggarde had come to see him yesterday. Little did she know that he had done practically nothing, and left Calvin half-dead.

 

 


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