Silas: ‘Hey. How was the test for you?’
Scarlett: ‘Almost positive I passed. Spoke to Lucian too. It was weird. Lol.’
Silas: ‘He gives off strange vibes, be careful. Want to talk about everything? We could hang later somewhere.’
She thought about the last time they hung out.
Scarlett: ‘Can’t. Sharpening my weapons.’
Silas: ‘You always are. Haha. You should look at this sick tutorial I found on wandtube. http:/howImademyownkilantrablade.wandtube.com’
She set down the oracle beside her again, and gazed back at her sword. Besides the numerous amounts of guns and swords and knives and bullets that were neatly organized on the shelf that stood in her room, there was a window behind her bed. Slightly, the cool air touched her neck and brushed over her cheek. She would definitely look at that tutorial Silas suggested to her later. But she didn’t know if she could trust herself alone with him. He needed to be around Orika, his girlfriend. Scarlett thought. Not herself. She was supposed to be doing her homework for all of her eight classes, and studying for an exam about the evolution of Vampric fangs and shapeshifting, but she was distracted. For the first time ever, she felt that she couldn’t talk to Silas about what was going on. He wouldn’t understand.
She wanted to talk to Liveria, but lately they’d been fighting over the fact that Scarlett didn’t want to tell her secrets. She trusted Liveria, but the possibility of Scarlett being Undetermined was serious. And she needed someone to talk about what happened between her and Lucian. She felt indifferent after meeting him. Maybe she was overreacting.
As she reached for her oracle, suddenly a notification from Magicbook had gone off. The glow of the screen was reflectant on her face as she observed, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyelid.
Saytrix.Arlenhallow wants to videochat with you.
She clicked the notification and it opened the app, as she connected to the server. She saw the familiar dark wave of his hair, and the elegant forest of his eyes. Scarlett tried to push down the fact that he reminded her of the woman in the locket photograph. The way that he looked, the way that his lips curved. It mesmerized her in question. Scarlett then propped her oracle up sideways on top of her dark pillow, and crossed her arms. “Wow. Look at you, facing reality. Do I need a camera so we can capture this moment in time before it escapes us?”
He sighed deeply. “I can very well hang up.” He shot back at her. She shook with laughter. “It’s not funny. I am risking time to be here, speaking with you.” Saytrix spoke seriously when he fiddled with his fingers. She saw that he too, was laying on a bed.
She began to un-do the braids in her hair, and shook her head. “Whatever. Look, I wanted to talk because I've been piecing together information. We might be related.” She spoke, as she stared at him through the screen. His eyes widened, as he stood immobile. “I know this sounds insane.”
He locked his jaw. “This is dangerous.” Scarlett wanted to slap him. He just didn’t get it. He was oblivious to how powerful the two of them could be together. The fire that they’d created when they built down that restaurant when they touched. It had to mean something. “I am a royal prince, Scarlett.”
“The flames we created that night, they were unnatural.” He spoke. The memories from that night flooded her vision. She could feel the heat of the flames, almost taste the fear in the air. “We should leave it alone before this gets out of hand.”
“Is that such a bad thing...” She spoke slowly, as she tucked her head inwards. “The fire?.” Something dark flashed in her eyes when those words escaped from her lips. “Not the getting out of hand, part. I mean, that would be bad.” Scarlett admitted, as she drank a cherry red liquid out of a silver cup that sat on her bedside table. “But define bad. You know?” She felt as if Saytrix was just scared of finding out who he truly was or could be. All of his life he’d probably lived to be pampered, to live a glamorous life, and then die. But with Scarlett entering his world, that all was going to change. There was always a small probability of them coming together again.
“I still believe that this is wrong.” He admitted. Scarlett wanted to punch him again. “Why?” She blurted out. “Because I’m Vampric?” She said as she sat up straight, and uncrossed her arms.
He rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. “Don’t pull the Vampric card.” She squinted her eyes, and tilted her head. “Well don’t ignore the big idea, Saytrix. Do you remember our lockets? This has to mean something. It wasn’t a coincidence, and you know it.”
Saytrix seemed indecisive, as he aggressively ran his hands through the dark curls that was his hair again. He did that a lot. His words sounded anxious. “What if we discover something that doesn’t want to be found?”
There was desire and pain in her voice. “But I want to. Don’t you understand how important this is for me? For us both. We have to do something about this. We can get someone to...”
He cut her off. “We must leave this alone.” She heard him sigh, as she drank dark liquid from her cup. “We really
