Breeding in the Academy: Searching for Freedom (All 14)

Chapter 11

Milo's POV

There standing in front of me was the person who I yearned to see for the past thirteen years ever since I was literally ripped from her arms. She had grown up, no longer the girl that I knew. She had kept her promise. She had found me. I felt tears flow down my face as the barriers I had erected to hold back my feelings crumble. My heart broke at the sight of the pain in her eyes as tears started to stream slowly down her cheeks.

Within two steps, we collided, wrapping our arms around each other. I wanted to laugh. She was shorter than me which was funny because the last time we hugged she had been taller than me. We clung to each other, our knees weakening until we collapsed to the floor but still not willing to let her go.

Behind me, no one made a sound. I knew that the men that I had grown up with had no idea who she was, but that was my own doing. They didn't even know my true background.

After a few minutes, we parted, looking at each other. I looked at her, noticing her features. Her hair, the same as mine, fell down to the middle of her back. Her green eyes that differed from my own brown eyes looked at me with such happiness. Her skin was pale against mine. A scar traveled from her left cheek down to beneath her jaw. I gritted my teeth, knowing who had done that.

"Hey," I smiled.

Sang raised an eyebrow. "That's the only thing you can say for the first time in thirteen years?"

I nodded. "Let me rephrase. Hey, how are you?"

She threw her head back and laughed. The tightness in my test seemed to disappear. I was with her again. Her green eyes laughed at me. "I see that the Academy wasn't able to improve your elaborate speaking skills."

Her eyes flickered behind my shoulders, and I frowned when a mask seemed to fall over her. I stood up, holding out a hand for her. She took my hand and I helped her up. She stepped forward, placing herself between me and my brothers. "Let me show you your rooms."

Owen stepped forward. My eyes widened in realization. She was there. She was at my Bidding. Instead of taking a bet on me, she had purchased Mr. Blackbourne. I frowned. I was glad she had bought him because if she hadn't, it probably would have just been me and her here right now. Where did she get that money? How was she able to get into the Academy building? How was she able to go into a battle and not get injured? How did she get involved with the organization called the Phoenix? Who was she?

His silver eyes searched her. "I presume that your real name is not Gloria Devonport."

Her lips tilted up. "Correct. My name is Sang."

His eyebrow rose. "Do you not have a last name?"

She was silent. She was uncomfortable with our true last name so I stepped up. "Her last name is Lyons."

Nathan's jaw dropped. "Lyons? Wait- doesn't that mean she's your-"

I nodded. "She is my twin sister."

Gabriel rushed towards us. Sang stiffened, preparing on taking Gabriel down when he suddenly stopped a foot away. His eyes were wide as he stared at her hair. I winced, wishing her luck on what was about to happen. "Fuck, Michel, she's another version of you! Only smaller and cuter!"

Sang blushed and coughed. "Thank you, Gabriel."

He wrung his hands together. "Can I touch your hair?"

Sang's green eyes met mine with a question of concern. I chuckled. "He likes hair."

She turned back to him and smiled gently. "Maybe later."