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~49 Not Enough~

Zaire's point of view. |happenings in time of chapter 48 ~Ella es especial~|

The doors slam in my face.

'Bitch.' I say under my breath as the wind of the doors shutting blows in my face, moving my short curls so slightly.

'Zaire is it.' I hear an older female voice behind me.

I take a short breath turning around fully.

Infront of me stood a beautiful tall middle aged woman.

She was truly gorgeous.

She had long black hair that came to her tiny waist and she was in amazing physical form.

She was dressed in a black uniform that hung her curves perfectly.

I moved my eyes from her body to her face refusing to be disrespectful.

That's when I noticed her dark blue eyes. She had those fox shaped eyes I cried over having since I've turned fourteen.

They've always been a beauty standard.

'Zaire I am pleased to met you.' Her voice was radiating with power. It had the perfect tone traveling with it.

Her eyes scanned my body.

'I must say I am very interested in your level of skills. You are special if Valencia picked you to join her talented group of soldiers.'

I refused to go over with her about how I wasn't really picked. Her father forced her to take me in.

No special talent. No skills.

Her eyes spotted a place behind me.

I moved my head to see what she was looking at when I saw the clock on the wall.

It was ten o'clock.

'Ah look at the time. You must go to your room.'

Before I could ask her anything else she left.

Great. I don't even know where my room is.

I look around to ask anyone to direct me to rooms but there was not a soul around.

I stood on the empty hallway.

There was no way I was asking Valencia for a way.

I wandered around the dark halls.

There was barely any lights lighting the way down the hallway.

It was like a horror game.

No sounds, just darkness.

I was probably overreacting.

'You're not supposed to be here at this time.'  I flinched as I heard a husky male voice behind me.

I turned around quickly viewing the tall man behind me.

'You scared the bejeezus outta me.' I say looking at him.

He made a step forward and I stumbled back.

His presence made me anxious.

The women I met not long ago radiated with power but he was different.

He felt different.

He wasn't as welcoming as the lady I met for sure.

His eyes were dark and mysterious.

There was obvious anger in his tone but his eyes didn't show a single emotion.

He was muscular and really tall.