Sorah's POV.- I made a mistake. We have to go back!I storm into my bedroom with a stumbling burst, my feet getting caught in the hem of my dress and shaky hands gripping the knob to prevent a forward fall. My breath hitches with fright and I frantically dart my wild eyes about.The place is as calm as we left it. To the sofa, Julia's breathing evenly, and to my bed ahead, lies a stretch of an enamoring figure. Propped up on his elbow with his pointed sculpted nose deep in the novel in his hands and beneath his silent scrutinizing gaze. His maroon locks flow down his bold strong shoulders, glimmering softly from the orange light of my bed lamp.It distorts my rationality as I take a step back with a rattling hand flat on my pounding chest. Sweat makes my skin itchy, reminding me I haven't stopped by the rack to pull off my cloak. Flabbergasted, I suck in a challenging breath and hasten towards Julia on the sofa, barely two steps gone when I hear Mei race in behind me."My Lady, Upm

Sorah's POV.-"L-let go of me!"Adrenaline pumps throughout my body and brings my reluctance to break off his hold on me while I snatch my hands back and drive them right into his broad chest. The swift action forces our bodies apart, and I wince from the brisk manner his fingers release my chin. For a split second, it felt as if my hand was aiming for something else as I shudder and reel back upon seeing the look on his face.His eyes are partly wide as if he's under the stunning effect of my swift action. Is he going to get mad? Will I get into trouble this time? Ah, I wonder what I should be concerned about. I just prevented a lip-lock, yet my heart's the one pounding eruptively. Like I'm the one in the wrong. No one says anything yet, both just staring at each other. I use the silence and inaction to calm my pants while I keep a good distance with nerve ends twitching."Sorah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you" Devon remorses, his expression going wry. He steps forward

Sorah’s POV.-My shaky hands, trembling incessantly, clutch the top of the chair lightly. I hum lengthily, hunching forward and bearing my weight onto my unstable hands as I gradually lift my head to see my solemn reaction staring back at me.“My Lady” The tentative call of my handmaid shifts my focus from the pair of drooped jade-greens in the mirror to the pensive deep-chocolates in the lower left of the mirror.“You don’t mean the words you spoke to that Vampire, do you?”The rattle in her voice sends a chill of guilt across my chest that clenches briefly at the emotion in her voice. Reactively, my shoulders shudder and I bite my lower lip, unwilling to give her a response. The curtain of silence that follows afterward, is heavy on my shoulders and stuffy in my throat.I feel her tension in the air and the longer I retain the words on my tongue, the more the guilt slices deep until I rattle out of my position to straighten up as I force the words out of my hesitant lips.Ke

Sorah's POV.-"Heh, what is this? Missing your beloved patient already?"It's him!I whip around at once, turning to see his smug roguish grin and glowing wild crimsons. I want to replete my gloom with relief and step closer but, notice a trail of blood from the corner of his lips and shudder.He smirks at my reluctance, holding gazes with me while stepping down from the window sill with the curtains blowing around him. "Weren't you about to switch into panic from your inability to find me just now?" He taunts insidiously. "I'm here now, why don't you come to embrace me, hmm?"His eyes squint in his taunt to mock me, a vile grin stretching his red lips. He starts to saunter close, covering the distance between us in three long strides.He startles me when he suddenly cages me against the dresser, having my back press uncomfortably against the furniture while his frame looms over my quivering one.With cunning glints in his crimsons, he says, "Tonight, I'll bring you somewhere myself

Sorah's POV.-“Sorah?”Just kill me…of all people to meet out here like this, why does it have to be him?My body stiffens and I guiltily shiver in my spot, watching with profound dread, my brother, Yasha closing the few yards between us in powerful quick strides. His gait scares away the few people loitering along his path as his deep bluish-green sharp eyes zero down on me. He’s so mad, he might kill me! What do I do? Should I make a run for it? That’ll only get me into bigger trouble once he tells Mother and Father. Oh dear, guess I’ll just prepare for the worst.“Sorah? What are you doing out here?”This is a different voice. I blink and avert my eyes to the side where I see Devon approaching. He raises a brow at me, wondering what must’ve driven me out of my cave and into the streets I’ve been forbidden from. Before I can put my thoughts together and answer him, Yasha zips the distance and grabs my wrist cruelly. I yelp with a wince and he glowers down on my very existen