Yvonne walked back to the spot where Mica was waiting for her and as soon Mica spotted her, she left where she was seated and ran to her. "How was it?" She asked anxiously, her eyes reflecting her desperation. Yyvone placed her hand on her waist and sighed. "I'm not sure I got exactly what you wanted, Mica. Your step mother was too secretive and wouldn't utter a word about it" she replied. "Damn it! Don't tell me we came all the way here for nothing, Yyvone!" She said angrily. "Stay calm, will you?" Yyvone scoffed "Anyway, like I said, your mother wouldn't utter a word about it. But your step sister said something that was quite interesting. "When I had asked if they had a step daughter, the little girl suddenly said she had a step sister. "Your step mother countered her immediately and it was more like she didn'

Octavia had woken up the next morning to find herself still lying on the bed. Oh!! That was when it dawned on her. She had really slept on the bed. She slept on Khalid's bed!!!She flinched and sat up immediately, taking a look around. Khalid wasn't in the room. Where was she?Hold on...how could she be sure she hadn't slept on the bed without his permission?Ah!! Of course, not. She could still remember vividly. Khalid had been the one who gave her the offer. Yes, she couldn't forget. She was about stepping out of the bed when he asked to spend the night since it was raining. So, she was sure she was safe. She decided to leave the bed so she could get her clothes from the floor and that was when she discovered she had a great problem with her legs. Oh! Damn, she couldn't walk! She couldn't walk!She crumpled her face in pains and managed to set he

A little more time and Mica arrived. Octavia felt happy and relieved because that was the closest person she knew. They went into the room together and both got dressed for the party because the other members of the clan were already leaving."Do you think it's possible to....excuse myself from the party?" Octavia asked as Mica applied a little make up on her. "And why would you want to stay back, Octavia? Besides, I don't think it's a good idea since Becca's already given orders for you to be there". Mica replied and Octavia swallowed hard and didn't say a word "You guys seem to party a lot over here" sh said after a while."Well...yeah" Mica shurgged. "That's one popular characteristics of the X-family. We party a lot - almost everyday. It's the only thing that brings the different clans together"Octavia nodded and allowed another silence to descend. 

Agitated silence. That was all that ran through the night. Octavia stood in front of the window, staring outside and not minding the reflection of the morning sun that glinted on her face. The place was quiet and empty. Unlike other mornings that was usually busy with different members of the clan moving about, this particular morning felt so different. So so different. Everyone was worried about the Master - and Octavia wasn't any different. She was yet to get an update on him, but with the look of things, she could feel there was something wrong she couldn't really explain it; but she could feel it. Something was definitely wrong. The door opened shortly and she turned to see it was her sister. Her eyes gushed with more curiosity as she had been waiting so long for her. There was a disquieted look on her face and it made O

Octavia felt her legs shaking but tried as much as possible not to show it. She needed to be strong - she assured herself. She needed to do this. "I...I want to see you - please" she said nervously and the lines around his eyes darkened. He stared at her for a long time without saying a word. Then finally, he turned around and started towards the inner room and Octavia knew she had to follow. She gulped hard and followed him and getting to the smaller office, she found him already sitting on his rolling chair. He reached for his tobacco pipe, lit it and set it in his mouth. "So, what brings you here, Octavia?" He asked gruffly. "Did Mica send you to set me up again?"She swallowed hard again, fisting her hands beside her. She was still standing and of course, couldn't think of taking a seat. Michael would roast her @ss for it.&nb