Kylan's Pov:
THAT SAME NIGHT:-
I watched the physician, these people claimed to have hired. My heart pounding in my chest, as the possibility of Myst not waking up, hits me square in the chest.
Her wounds had been bandaged, and her breathing was now stable. But her heart beat, was shallow.
As soon as the physician left after hanfing over some medications for her; I found myself rushing to her side without a word. Desperate to hold her, to feel her, to prove and reassure myself that she is beside me.
That she is alive.
That she was safe, and that she would wake up soon. I observed her face for a moment, before leaning in to kiss her forehead.
Seeing her in this condition is breaking my heart beyond repair. "Get well soon, I want to hear your voice again." I whisper, brushing my lips against her temple. Lingering for a few seconds before pulling away, but I don't let go of her hand.
I hold unto it, as I watch her chest rise and fall with each hallow breath she took. My grip on her hand tightening bit, as I struggle to reassure myself once more that she would be fine soon.
Myst will wake up, I know it.
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A cool breeze, gentle and as light as a feather brushes through my hair. It feels like a caress, but at the same time like a light touch against my cheek.
My eyes flutter, before I finally open them. My vision is hazy at first, but then after a few blinks; it becomes clear again.
My head is spinning a bit, and I feel a dull ache at the side of my head. I let out a low groan, before rubbing my temples. Then there's a knock on the door, loud and firm.
I pause midway, wondering who it could be at this time. And this early. I contemplate not answering it, but then the knock persists.
"Hold on, don't break down the door." I grumble, forcefully pulling myself to my feet.
My limbs felt numb as I dragged my stiff body to the door. Grumbling and cursing under my breath. I am not a morning person, and falling asleep in a wrong position didn't help at all. If anything, it made me wake up with a sore body.
I roll my eyes as I pull the door open to see who's behind the chaos so early in the morning. However, the person I see is the least of my problems right now.
"Why am I not surprised?" I grunt, eyes narrowing down at the feminine frame which belonged to my mate's sister.
Mystic.
Her arms were crossed, as she stared me down as well. Her black hair braided neatly in a pony tail. She was currently putting on all black. From her black tank top, to her black leather skinny jeans, down to her black boots.
'Dear Lord, are we morning someone's death today?'
I think she sees the question in my eyes, because she releases a long frustrated sigh.
"Very funny," she says, walking past me and into the room, bumping into my shoulders as she struts in. This, she does without permission, and on purpose.
I tighten my grip on the door handle, trying to reign in my annoyance. So I shut the door quietly, with a scrowl, but turn over to her with the calmest expression I could offer at the moment.
"Where's your bodyguard?" I ask teasingly, her facial expression stiffens for a split second, but she immediately schools her face back to neutrality. It was fast, lasting for mere seconds, but I notice it.
She knew who I was asking of. It was Holden. They were both together ninety percent of the time, so I couldn't help it.
"Had something to take care of." She says softly, turning her attention to her unconscious sister.
Her expressions softens only a fraction, the only sign that she is affected by all this deep down. "How is she?" She asks softly, voice nearly breaking. "She's getting better." I say, arms still crossed, as I do my best to speak against the tightness in my throat.
"When will she get up again?" She asks again, voice quieter this time. "Soon." I say, clinging to the hope that word brought like the helpless fool I was. She nods in silence, staring at Myst for a while before getting up abruptly.
Startling me for a moment.
"That's by the way," she sniffs, walking towards the door now. She turns over a shoulder to look at me, from where I stood beside the door, I could see the wariness and tiredness in her eyes.
She was exhausted.
"We'll be having the meeting in a few hours, get ready." She says, all those vulnerability gone with a blink. And I watch wordlessly as she steps out the door, confused at what just happened.
"What the..." I mutter, blinking back my surprise and amusement.
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