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Chapter 9: Camilla Larsen

"So you just let her walk out like that!?" My voice an octave above the normal, collected tone I forced myself to follow. A rare sequence whenever my composure is lost, I groomed myself to never be in a position where it seemed like I could be easily provoked.

However, no blame can be sprouted on me when tenacity squirms into my tone at the sound of chaos and havoc. Bringing Charlotte to Washington was a bad idea and I was against it from the beginning, the little wild care would certainly cause trouble wherever she went, greatly provoked by the other hellion who makes my life hell whether those are her intentions or not.

It most certainly is not my choice to be wandering on the streets of mid evening summer in an attempt to grasp wherever my youngest sister has run off too.

Anastasia however did all the provoking and zeroed out when it came to the duration of actually seeking Charlotte out.

Her excuse? The boys dragged her to a bar to celebrate whatever nonsense they engaged in. She grew to be closer with them since she's closer in age with the majority whereas I flocked towards the older girls in the group.

Charlotte however grew to describe her life as being locked up in an ivory tower. From a young age, disaster struck out from her whenever she left and urged for freedom. A social butterfly perhaps, but also a little Imp as Callum loves to describe her. Living in Eldorra with me and our parents grew for her to be the black sheep of this little community our parents built.

She says it never bothered her at the fact that she did not have a specific position or group to be surrounded by, however it was nonsense.

The group likes to tease her until her cheeks turn crimson, not realizing the sensitivity she carries around. To grow a lack of these comments and tears streaming down her face from the mockery, she distanced herself and only attends specific events to see Maverick.

She had been glued to his hip since she was able to walk, he always spoke out on how it annoyed him but he never directly pushed her off away from him.

However, Charlotte being the little lovebird she is, most likely took it as gateway and she confessed and immediately got her heart stomped on. Not sincerely adjusted to rejection, she has her moments and lashes out due to adrenaline. But her heart is the size of dads fist and her remorse always wins.

Normally, her senses would no longer be blurred and she would arrive home, however today seems to not be that day. Rejecting all my calls and ignoring any texts I send her. My bodyguard and her bodyguard currently scout out for her as I search designated areas she's known to enjoy.

My eyes carefully scan the area, as I run my finger through my sleek, straight hair.

The hair I have resembles moms the most, where I have straight blonde hair. Anastasia has wavy deep brown hair whereas Charlotte's hair resembles the sun the most with bouncy honey-blonde curls.

"Well well well. Look who the cat dragged in."

The hairs on my neck stand as my body halts, however my ideology slaps me in the face as I force my composure to stay calm. My expression relaxes as my head turns over my shoulder to find none other than Niko leaning against the wall as shadows conceal everything but his cheshire-like grin.

In a haunting manner, he slyly saunters towards me with his hands resting cupped behind his head. His ink black hair grew close down to his broad shoulders, normally tied up.

Tonight specifically he fashions a white tank top that's weleted with a daggered cut at the hem, jagged cuts that indicate he most likely cropped it himself. Revealing taunt abs that look ridiculously sculpted. An oversized, smoky leather jacket with sullen black pants that contrast with the astronomy symbols painted over the fabric which he probably did. A chain slung loose on his neck as a guitar pick centers on the pale fabric attached to the gray material.

A complete contrast to any fashion his family members share, but it suits him. Too much.

The cheeky grin stretching across his face as he stands with most of his weight on one leg in front of me as he bends down to meet my height.

I am not short by any means but he still has a couple of inches on me, which unfortunately benefits to his advantage.

"Should you not be out making stupid mistakes which makes the world question your existence?"

"Poppycock. Everyone loves me, the same can't be said for someone who walks as if everyone kisses her million dollar heels."

"Your point is flawed, you are privileged and rich just like me."

"Doesn't change the fact you're an entitled brat." He snickers out as he stands up to his full, intimidating height.

My eyes narrow as his pathetic attempts to rile me up, however keeping my calm and unamused composure as I respond back, "That was pathetic."

"So are your attempts to hide your annoyance."

"I am not annoyed, simple, just unamused."

"I'm amused at your attempt to not speak with contractions. What, do they teach you not to speak like a normal human at snob academy?"

"What do you want?"

"Heard baby Larsen ran away." He speaks as if it was some confidential fact.

Well it would have been preferable if he did not actually know what happened so his aggravating presence could not bug me.

"What about it?"

An amused snicker twirls into the brisk hair as he throws his head back, his smile is contagious. To the amount where it brings a small swirl of butterflies to my stomach. However, repressing those feelings as I tilt my head up at him.

"A little birdie told me where she actually is."