BLOOD AND HEART

38 | WHERE SHE BELONGS

Z     A     Y     N

“What did I do?
Tried to follow my heart, follow my heart, far from you”

Ace sighed “Let me put it in another way, how do you feel about her?” He said, looking at me curiously. Something smelled suspicious, he never asked such questions.

“First let me ask you, why are you asking these questions?” I demanded, crossing my hands.

“Because, despite the fact that you can't see it, something is going on between you and Nyx. You've changed for the better since she arrived. This means, you definitely feel something for her in a romantic way and I don't want you to spoil it” he reasoned.

I scoffed “That’s preposterous. Get your mind out of your butt and think rationally”

No human has the power to alter Zayn Phoenix's demeanour. My walls were so strong and high that no one could even go close to them. Ace believed that a twenty-three-year-old normal girl could break down my walls. That was insane. Zayn Phoenix was still the same. And no one, not even Nyx, could ever make me feel any of the things that he said. Romantic feelings were a waste of time, and they are ludicrous. Ridiculous.

“Brother, believe me when I say that I've given it a lot of thought. You must think rationally. Take a look around; this place used to be dead, but now it feels like home!” Ace said. I could sense his determination. He was determined to prove his point right, so was I. He had misconceptions about everything, it was getting on my nerves.

“The place hasn't changed, it's still the same, what is the matter with you?” I said, throwing my hands in the air in frustration.

“The truth is, I'm tired of waiting for you to realise you love or like her!” Ace replied, shifting back to his seat.

“I get it now,” I said, as I realised that he was fooling me, “You got me, brother, it was funny” I laughed.

I looked at him while laughing, he didn't appear like he was joking. His face was neutral rather intense. Fierce.

“I am serious,” he said, his eyes conveying that he was serious about this bizarre matter. I sighed, shaking my head at his nonsense.

“I don't love her,” I told him. I watched, his jaw getting clenched, he rubbed his temples. He was getting irritated.

“So, why did you assassinate the Russians? Why did you kill Tiffany? What's the point of torturing Simon if you don't feel anything for her?” he argued as he threw a bunch of questions at me. By that time, I knew he wasn't going to stop. Not so easily. 

I couldn't believe him, we have been living together for almost our entire lives and still, he hasn't figured out I wasn't the live sick puppy type. The bond we shared was supposed to be as strong as I thought, I knew him way better than he does but he doesn't know me. And that disappointed and enraged me. I felt my anger building up inside me, however, I decided to calm myself down and channel my anger to give him a proper answer.

“That is exactly what we do. We assassinate others in order to rise to the top, and we torture individuals in order to make others fear us. To claim our domination.” I explained as calmly as I ever could. I hoped that he would understand my point and drop his absurd thinking. 

“Why are you letting her live with us, in the mansion? Why did you bring her here, in the main mansion, in the first place?” Ace, once again raised questions. Correction; bizarre questions. 

“She knew about the pact, forgot?” I answered, calmly.

Ace abruptly stood up from his seat and threw the seat forcefully against the wall, causing a small crack in the wall, and the seat broke down into rather large pieces. He roughly ran his hands through his hair in absolute anger and irritation.