Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.-Chapter 357: Explain to me…

Leilani.

For a couple of seconds, the only thing I felt was the feeling I have grown accustomed to, especially in these past few days:

Anger.

And I made sure to channel all of that anger into my eyes and voice as I turned to glare at Zevran.

"No," I bit out again, sharper this time. "I cannot. I will not do that... is that why you asked me to turn? To shift back to human form despite knowing how far we are from the place we left our clothes?"

I had half expected him to deny it. I had expected him to be more soft... more gentle and show a bit of compassion. But to my utmost dismay, he didn’t. Instead, she shrugged, his eyes finding everything but my face as he answered;

"Yes. It is exactly why I asked you to turn." he replied softly, almost sounding like he pitied me.

Well, if he really did pity me, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. He wouldn’t be trying to put me through agony when I’d just stepped out of it only a couple of seconds ago.

Something about his response made me so mad, I almost wanted to attack him— almost. That is until I remembered that he was only trying to help me. That this whole thing was just to ensure that I got better. Stronger...

But pushing those thoughts away, I let my eyes flash with rage as I scrambled up to my feet. But I hated that even as I stood up, and even pushed myself to my full height, I still appeared like a miniature adult in front of him.

He was so tall, he towered over me like the Eiffel Tower would to a bungalow. So I glanced away from his eyes that seemed mocking and crossed my arms over my chest, my voice as cold as ice as I seethed; "I am tired."

"I know," he said slowly, worriedly, "...but what you should know is that I am proud of you. I have seen what you can do... but I also want to know how well you can control it. Control is the very thing you need, Leilani, if you want to get back at these people that’s been after you for quite a while now."

At the sound of those words, I whipped my head back to face him, my eyes thinning into fierce slits as I seethed; "I know I need to learn how to control it... but does that mean I have to go through that agony one more time?"

"Yes." His words were sharp and annoying. Very very annoying. "Very soon it won’t feel like agony to you anymore. You would love it." He said, but I wasn’t so convinced so I shook my head.

"Let’s head back,"

But he wouldn’t budge. He didn’t even take his eyes off me even for a second.

As his eyes literally burned holes into my skin, sending heat spreading across my body like a volcanic eruption along the body of a mountain, I couldn’t help but turn away, not trusting my body nor my voice in situations like this.

"What if people discover that you are not actually dead? And worse still, what if it is the same person that tried to kill you that ends up finding out first?"

"Then—" I began to say, but when it suddenly started to feel like a bile was rising in my throat, I choked it down and looked away.

"What if I am not there?" Zevran should’ve taken the hint and stopped talking but he did not. Goddess, what did he end up doing instead? He ended up saying much more cutting words;

He muttered; "what if my brothers are not there and there is no Alpha Frostclaw as well? Would you just let your enemies beat your ass? Would you let them hurt you despite everything they’ve done so far? Everyone says that you are the legendary all powerful hybrid, yet I do not see it. All I see is a young woman who is hurt by everything she’s been put through. All I see is a girl who has so much potential. But do you know what she would do rather than make use of those said potential?" He asked coldly, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to respond.

I was afraid. Afraid of what he would say.

—Goddess if he says something bad, I’ll kill him.

When I didn’t respond right away, he shrugged and scoffed, his voice carrying through the wind as he snarled; "she would rather whine and cry, and would let everyone else do the job... the job that only she could ever do so perfectly."

"Zevran—"

"I used to think that Darius was the strongest being I’ll ever encounter. But have you seen you? Have you felt the aura that emanates from you?" He drilled me roughly, and hades, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought him to be a trainer and me a trainee with zero experience.

That was hardly a lie.

I gulped. "Darius is strong."

"And if there’s one person who can beat his crazy ass... only if it’s absolutely necessary, then it’s you. Now turn and stop whining like your freaking sister, Chalice— respect to her soul. She was the weak one. You are NOT."

Goddess, I really wanted to listen to him. I really really wanted to do as he had asked, but for some reason, unknown to even me, I couldn’t.

And it wasn’t because I was weak— or maybe I was— but my body just hurt too much and my chest ached too much as well for me to move.

Tears formed at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over, but holding them back, I lowered my head and whispered; "Maybe I am weak."

And at the sound of my words, Zevran’s shoulders sank. His eyes came to find mine and the look he had in them had my breath hitching in my chest for a very brief moment.

It looked intense and was filled with everything ranging from sorrow to pain then to regret (probably at his voice of words) before it settled on admiration and love.

Hell, love.

He whispered; "You’re not."

I sighed. "I am."

"You’re just scared, which is understandable, seeing as you’re new to all of this."

"Zevran, please don’t patronize me right now!" I cried, shaking my head to rid myself of this strange warmth searing its way through my veins and burning everything in its wake. "Please don’t try to make me feel better. I am a weakling."

"No you’re not!" He argued, coming to place his hand under my chin.

The sensation made my nerve endings jerk awake. It made my body come alive as several unnamed emotions rushed up my spine.

I arched my back even before realizing that I had done that and then slowly... very slowly... shook my head.

"Then explain why I am afraid to shift." I spat,

But he didn’t respond. He didn’t even say another word.

Instead, he leaned over and pressed his lips against mine, stunning me.