Part 15
Ara decided not to bother with classes that day. She walked back to the safehouse instead, only to see Yanna leaving, dressed in some ridiculously slutty outfit. A mean smile crossed her lips as an idea struck. Well, it had been Sivan's idea, she was just improvising on it.
She followed Yanna at a distance, wondering where the girl was going. Luckily for her, Yanna was alone, so no irritating dorks to dispose of. Not that she had any to worry about in the safehouse anymore.
Part from Malachite.
I'll show *him* she thought, still smiling.
She remained a safe distance behind Yanna after the other girl had turned off the highway. Where the hell was she going? Ara didn't recognise any of the windy country roads Yanna was driving down. Nor the enormous estate Yanna was entering.
Frowning, Ara found a place to park and began to walk around the perimeter, looking for a way inside. There was no way she would be able to climb the iron fence surrounding the place, she was pretty sure of that.
There must be a back way in. Surely a mansion this size had a servant's entrance. Ara paused at a wooden door in the fence. Locked of course. She smirked. Locks of course, could be picked. As she reached in her pocket - the door slammed open, nearly knocking her back into the wall.
Ara cursed in annoyance, kicking the door shut. Only to find herself face to face with Malachite. "Bastard!" she spat.
Malachite looked at her blankly. "Who - oh. You." He sighed, almost tiredly. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Followed your stupid soulmate," she answered. "I was going to kill her, but I'm just going to kill you instead."
"Whatever." Malachite just looked at her with a disdainful smirk, which made her even more pissed off than she already was.
She kicked at his feet to catch him off guard. He stumbled while she reached for the wooden knife hidden in her boot. Malachite reached out and caught her wrist. Ara screamed.
When his hand closed around her bare skin, a sensation like nothing she had ever experienced rocked her world. The feeling raged through her being like a hurricane of electricity.
Taken by surprise by the unexpected blow Malachite had thrown her onto the ground and was kneeling on top of her. Ara looked up at him, pink haziness clouding her vision. She tried to break free, but it was almost like the pink sparks were fusing them together.
His dark eyes were wild with panic as he stared at her. So he felt it too. Good. His mouth was saying words, but through the rushing sound in her ears Ara couldn't hear anything.
As soon as he let go of her wrist and stumbled back, the sensations stopped, the intensity lessened, leaving her feeling queasy, but competent enough to work out just what had happened.
"How?" she whispered. "You already have a soulmate."
He shook his head. "I'm not Malachite. I'm Trey."
Ara stared at him. She had heard rumours Malachite had a twin, but had never wanted to believe it. For some reason Ara found herself laughing. Nothing about the situation was funny, but she couldn't help herself. She laughed and laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks.
Trey just sat there, staring at her as if she was crazy. "What's so funny?"
"We're soulmates," Ara got out, managing to calm down enough to speak coherently. "That's so nuts it's - "
"Some strange cosmic joke?" Trey said, smiling dryly. "Yeah, I get it but that doesn't change things."
Suddenly it wasn't so funny anymore. Ara just looked at Trey. She just couldn't see him as Trey, her soulmate. All she could see was an image of the monster who had ruined her life. "Drake's going to have a hissy fit when he hears about this."
"Drake?"
"The Redfern looser I married to spite your pain in the ass brother." She stood up.
Trey was on his feet in an instant. "Where are you going?"
"Away. Leave me alone." She turned and ran back to her car. She no longer cared about killing Yanna. She drove back to the safehouse, not sure she could even enter anymore. How could Trey be her soulmate? How?
She was surprised Drake hadn't made an appearance yet. Normally a day or so after she had moved somewhere new, he was there, or some of his so-called friends were trying to get her back to him. Moron she thought.
Even if she killed Malachite, then Trey would still look just like him.
Life sucks she thought miserably.
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Ara decided not to bother with classes that day. She walked back to the safehouse instead, only to see Yanna leaving, dressed in some ridiculously slutty outfit. A mean smile crossed her lips as an idea struck. Well, it had been Sivan's idea, she was just improvising on it.
She followed Yanna at a distance, wondering where the girl was going. Luckily for her, Yanna was alone, so no irritating dorks to dispose of. Not that she had any to worry about in the safehouse anymore.
Part from Malachite.
I'll show *him* she thought, still smiling.
She remained a safe distance behind Yanna after the other girl had turned off the highway. Where the hell was she going? Ara didn't recognise any of the windy country roads Yanna was driving down. Nor the enormous estate Yanna was entering.
Frowning, Ara found a place to park and began to walk around the perimeter, looking for a way inside. There was no way she would be able to climb the iron fence surrounding the place, she was pretty sure of that.
There must be a back way in. Surely a mansion this size had a servant's entrance. Ara paused at a wooden door in the fence. Locked of course. She smirked. Locks of course, could be picked. As she reached in her pocket - the door slammed open, nearly knocking her back into the wall.
Ara cursed in annoyance, kicking the door shut. Only to find herself face to face with Malachite. "Bastard!" she spat.
Malachite looked at her blankly. "Who - oh. You." He sighed, almost tiredly. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Followed your stupid soulmate," she answered. "I was going to kill her, but I'm just going to kill you instead."
"Whatever." Malachite just looked at her with a disdainful smirk, which made her even more pissed off than she already was.
She kicked at his feet to catch him off guard. He stumbled while she reached for the wooden knife hidden in her boot. Malachite reached out and caught her wrist. Ara screamed.
When his hand closed around her bare skin, a sensation like nothing she had ever experienced rocked her world. The feeling raged through her being like a hurricane of electricity.
Taken by surprise by the unexpected blow Malachite had thrown her onto the ground and was kneeling on top of her. Ara looked up at him, pink haziness clouding her vision. She tried to break free, but it was almost like the pink sparks were fusing them together.
His dark eyes were wild with panic as he stared at her. So he felt it too. Good. His mouth was saying words, but through the rushing sound in her ears Ara couldn't hear anything.
As soon as he let go of her wrist and stumbled back, the sensations stopped, the intensity lessened, leaving her feeling queasy, but competent enough to work out just what had happened.
"How?" she whispered. "You already have a soulmate."
He shook his head. "I'm not Malachite. I'm Trey."
Ara stared at him. She had heard rumours Malachite had a twin, but had never wanted to believe it. For some reason Ara found herself laughing. Nothing about the situation was funny, but she couldn't help herself. She laughed and laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks.
Trey just sat there, staring at her as if she was crazy. "What's so funny?"
"We're soulmates," Ara got out, managing to calm down enough to speak coherently. "That's so nuts it's - "
"Some strange cosmic joke?" Trey said, smiling dryly. "Yeah, I get it but that doesn't change things."
Suddenly it wasn't so funny anymore. Ara just looked at Trey. She just couldn't see him as Trey, her soulmate. All she could see was an image of the monster who had ruined her life. "Drake's going to have a hissy fit when he hears about this."
"Drake?"
"The Redfern looser I married to spite your pain in the ass brother." She stood up.
Trey was on his feet in an instant. "Where are you going?"
"Away. Leave me alone." She turned and ran back to her car. She no longer cared about killing Yanna. She drove back to the safehouse, not sure she could even enter anymore. How could Trey be her soulmate? How?
She was surprised Drake hadn't made an appearance yet. Normally a day or so after she had moved somewhere new, he was there, or some of his so-called friends were trying to get her back to him. Moron she thought.
Even if she killed Malachite, then Trey would still look just like him.
Life sucks she thought miserably.
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