So, all that needed to be done was to Siphon the sickness away. I wasn’t supposed to do this, but he was an old helpless man.
Closing my eyes, I focused on the ailment and felt heavier. I’d always felt this way whenever I touched sick people. I just never realized it was my body receiving the ailment. Good thing I never get to actually fall sick.
Being a Siphon would’ve been cool if it didn’t have a dangerous side. If my kind wasn’t haunted.
In a couple of minutes, I was done. I could feel that it was over.
I smiled down at the man. His face was already getting brighter.
“Hope to see you awake soon, sir.” I smiled down at him, my hand tapping his shoulder. I turned away to leave but a hand suddenly grabbed mine. I was startled.
Whipping around, I discovered it was the man. His eyes were open, weakly so. But he was staring at me.
Oh. He’s awake.
I took a deep breath. He didn’t have to give me such a scare.
“Cy…n”, he muttered something I couldn’t hear. He was still very
“Sir? How’re you feeling, sir?” I asked happily.
He uttered the word again. The third time, it was clearer:
“Si…phon.”
LYRIC
My eyes grew large, shining as brightly as the sun.
My world came spinning, crashing down and building up again just to crash even more painfully.
All this happened in seconds.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words formed. I couldn’t get my head straight.
“Siphon,” he repeated, crystal clear this time.
“I-” I tried to swallow, but the ball of nerves was too much in my throat. I couldn’t gulp.
I inhaled deeply and tried again. “I’ll get someone to check on you.”
It wasn’t until I tried to run that I realized he was still holding my hand. Now that he was awake, the man was strong.
I panicked, my eyes darting to the door and back.
“Let me go.” It was a plea. “Please.”
He finally did, his eyes growing soft.
He breathed deeply, closing his eyes.
“Siphon,” he repeated, even as it seemed like he was going back to sleep.
I didn’t wait around to hear more. I sprinted out of the room, my heart pounding against my ribs.
I didn’t stop until I was in the nearest restroom and shut the door.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!
I pulled at the root of my shirt, pacing the small room.
He knew what I was. But how… How could he easily tell? Did I make a mistake saving him?
Jace was right. I shouldn’t have cared about saving anyone. I should’ve kept it hidden like I planned.
I spent a long time in the restroom, too scared to go out. What if he was already screaming my secret to everyone?
A knock on my door startled me.
What the hell?
“Use the other rooms!” I shouted in frustration.
“Lyric.”
I froze. Geez, it was Marta. What did she want?
My eyes rounded. Oh, no. What if she knows?
I quickly opened the door, eager to know if my life was doomed or not.
She regarded me coldly, like I was dirt in her way. “You’ve been there for too long. What’re you doing?”
Okay. It didn’t seem like she knew.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.
“Why are you monitoring me?” I frowned.
Did she see me run out of the man’s room? Please tell me she didn’t.
“Anyway, you can be dying for all I care. I came here to pass an important information across.
She crossed her arms over her chest, and there she was-the bitchy Marta I knew.
She looked like a mean doctor in her lab coat.
“Tell your friend to steer clear from me. I don’t know what his problem is, and I really don’t care. Just tell him not to rub it off on me.”
My mind drifted to the issue she had with Jace. Oh, right. She was in a shitty position right now.
“If you have an issue with Jace, you should settle it with him. What does that have to do with me?” I frowned.
Her expression turned into something else. Her eyes became darker, like a serpent about to spit out venom.
“You don’t understand, do you?” Her voice was dangerously low. “You don’t understand the implications, do you?”
This was a different side of Marta. I’d never seen her this vile before her.
Before I could brace myself for what to do next, she slapped me hard across the face.
My head reeled to the side, a gasp slipping past my throat as I put a hand over my mouth.
I was beyond shocked. Marta slapped me!
Her eyes were as wide and burning as that of a mad woman. Who would’ve thought that the issue with the kids would be enough to make Marta lose her mind?
“I’ll ruin you, Lyric.” She pointed an angry finger at me. “You and your worthless friend. I’ll take you both to the ground and bury you so deep if you don’t stay away from me and my family. My kids are my family, and I’ll never let you jeopardize that. Let it sink!”
Before I could think better of it, my hands flew to her hair, roughly pulling at her roots. But despite the rage in my chest, I was still held back by the fact that this was a professional ground. We shouldn’t be doing this here. Marta, however, didn’t seem to care, and she used how reluctant my hold was to push me off.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.