sorry guys real life has been taking a front seat at the moment, I will try to catch up a bit more with my writing but i cant promise when i will update i have sometime off this week and next so hopefully i'll get on with a few chapters, remember reviews make me type faster! lol
I was sat so still it would freak a normal person out. I was so focused on the voices down stairs I dared not even breathe. I just needed to know whether I had ruined what was slowly turning into a pretty good thing for me so far.
"They are no more afraid of you then I am sweetheart." Mitch's breathe tickled my neck.
I trusted his words but my heart still jumped into my mouth when I heard my mother suggest the girls come up to check on me.
"So we'll see you at school, right?" Layla raised her eye brows as she spoke almost making that sentence come out as a warning if I didn't there would be hell to pay.
"Yeah see you guys." I smiled and shut the door resting my back against the hard wood.
My eyes found my mother who was smiling ear to ear. "I told you it would be fine that boy cares about you."
My smile slipped a little true everyone had acted as if the whole thing was something to laugh about but Warren had not been able to look at me in the eyes all night and he was quiet even for him. I forced a smile and nodded to my mother.
"I m going to bed mum its been quite a day." I climbed the stairs and headed to my room.
"Your father seems to think I should keep an eye on that boy." Mitch's voice had taken a hard edge to it one I knew all to well as meaning he had been ordered to do something instead of simply asked. He was stretched out across my bed arms folded behind his head.
"That's my bed." I shook my head as I knew he would not move till he was good and ready, even more so if my father had put him in a mood.
"So what's up with dad?"
"He is realising what a beautiful young woman you have became." There was no teasing in his tone which made me shiver a little. Being considered a woman in the supernatural world meant a few thing that I hoped I would never have to deal with.
"Warren shows an interest in you, your father simply wants the situation montionered." Mitch sat up a little on my bed his long legs never really fitting on the bed in a normal way.
"Is that all?" I had learnt a few things over the years and one was that no matter how good a liar Mitch was I could always tell when he was hiding something.
"Of course." He was lying but I was not going to call him on it he only ever lied to me when it was by order of which there was only one person that could order Mitch to do anything. I would just have to ask my dad.
"Guess I wont need to ask dad after all." I had only just sat on my stall in front of my dressing table mirror when the black envelope mocked me. It had been torn open already and as it had Mitch's name in silver elegantly draw across I could guess this was the source of his mood.
I didn't ask the fact it had been left there meant he wanted me to see it, to read it. It went up in flames before my mind could fully process the words.
Then all I needed to read was the party name. " The Claiming Ball of Garnet…." I didn't need or get the chance to read the rest before my hand was engulfed in flames.
"I m going to kill him…."