It had been a few days since Allegra and Luca's arrival. Luca's question was still present on my mind. Were we really mates? If he wasn't who was mine? One night while I was in my room, I heard the faint shuffling from down the hallway and a rap on my door. I slowly walked to the door and pulled it open to see Christopher.
"Good Evening." I tossed a crooked smile between us and he pressed his lips against mine. It was gentle, sweet. It was the complete opposite of what I had expected from him. I had expected it to be harsh, fierce. He pulled away slowly and let his lower jaw shift back and forth.
"I just wanted to see something." He shrugged. I now see that it was on his mind too. He looked at me. The gaze we held was no different than before. He wasn't mine and I wasn't his.
"We'll still be friends, right? None of this awkward shit." I raised my eyebrows. He smiled in acceptance.
"You'll still be my little sister." He pulled me into a headlock then proceeded into giving me a nuggie.
"Do I want to know what's going on here?" He stopped and we both looked up to see Allegra standing in my doorway. Christopher stood up straight letting my head go in the process.
"We were just having fun ma'am." Christopher stood straight as a board. He feared her, he respected her. She looked at me worriedly.
"Chris, she's not like the little blonde. She can't hurt you." I looked at Allegra hoping what I said was correct. She briefly nodded at me; something she used to do to acknowledge that I said something right. Christopher relaxed a bit and looked back at me. I smiled at him in reassurance. Though it was spontaneous and something that should belong to a wild animal, it hit me like a crippling blow.
The boy, the feral one, something was wrong. He was in trouble. He was running from something, someone. He needed someone. He needed… me.
"Blythe, Blythe!" I heard Christopher call. "Allegra, go get Aurora."
"Aurora? Which one's—"
"Red. Hair." I heard him say once more then the quick shuffles of Allegra leaving the room. I peered up at him; my head was resting against his left arm and my body was sprawled across his thighs. The look in his orange eyes was heart melting. He pulled me toward him.
"You called?" Aurora skipped into the room.
"Read her mind." He ordered as she returned a rather confused expression. "We were talking and she just collapsed." He was reading her face the whole time he explained. "Please." Aurora didn't say anything, just read my exasperated face. I felt her scan my recent thoughts then her face became strained as she watched the vision.
"Odd." She said at last. "Why does he need you? He doesn't even know you."