Bound By The Dark Prince.

Glow balls

CHAPTER THREE — WHITE GLOWBALLS

“He said all that?!” Zeraphyna—or Zee, as I fondly called her—shrieked so loudly I almost jumped.

“What kind of abomination of a father do you have?!” she added, her hands flailing in disbelief.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. I’d grown used to his endless temper, his booming roars, the way he treated everyone except my sister and Marenza like they were flawless beings. But even after years, some words still cut deep.

“Don’t worry,” Zee said suddenly, her tone softening, coaxing like only she could. “When the time comes for him to see the truth… we’ll rub it in his face. Make him face it. And he won’t have a choice but to swallow it.”

I smiled despite myself. No matter how insane a situation got, Zee always had my back. Always. Even if she was a dragon coiled inside me, constantly poking, teasing, but never abandoning me.

“Let’s leave that aside,” she said, her voice shifting. The steel of determination melted into something softer, coquet. “Have you found him?”

I raised an eyebrow and pretended not to know what she meant. Ugh, why does she always have to ruin a perfectly fine mood with her pointless questions?

“Oh, c’mon! You know exactly what I’m talking about!” Her face fell, disappointment making her usually sharp features softer for a moment.

“I have no idea,” I said flatly.

“Your… mate, you dimwit!” she cursed, frustration lacing every word.

“Mate or no mate, I’m perfectly fine,” I replied, deliberately calm. “Whether I have one or not, I won’t die. That’s a promise.”

“Oh my God… you’re not serious, are you?” Her voice trembled between disbelief and horror.

“Not at all,” I said, cold and honest.

And then, like a dark cloud rolling in, his voice arrived:

“Wassup, ladies?”

Draven.

“What is he doing here?” Ria hissed, her tone dripping with disgust.

“What happened? Are you quarrelling?” I asked carefully, but I knew her curiosity was alive under that calm veneer.

“No,” Ria replied, deadpan. “But these two can’t stand to be near each other without fighting.” Her eyes flicked to Draven and Zee. “Both of them.”

I snorted. But it’s fun to watch.

“Suit yourself,” Ria muttered before cutting the connection.

Zee’s hand lashed out, yanking the arm Draven had lazily draped over her shoulders. Her eyes were a storm.

“What did I do now?” he asked, the faintest smirk playing on his lips.

“I texted you this morning, and you didn’t reply. Huh?” Her voice was venom.

“Sorry, Miss White… my phone died.” He shrugged as if that explained everything.

Don… don… don.

I couldn’t help the thought that he was deliberately looking for trouble.

Zee hated being called “Miss White.” Her powers, her appearance, everything about her screamed untouchable, and that nickname—white hair, pale skin, flawless features—infuriated her.

“What did you just call me?” she snapped, voice trembling with barely restrained fury.

“Miss White. You know… white hair, pale skin, all that stuff,” he said casually.

Instantly, white glowing balls of pure energy erupted from her hands, streaking toward him like tiny comets.

Zee’s fury painted the air. She cursed like a storm:

“Useless… crazy… foolish… fool… b****!”

Balls of white energy hissed and exploded as Draven dodged with surprising agility, smirking all the while.

“Miss Tangyer!” a deep, commanding voice boomed through the hallways’ speakers. “No such language on school premises!”

“The school vice president, Miss Althea,” added another warning tone, sharp and cold.

Zee was hysterical. “He started it! That motherfing b* in a hole!” she shrieked again, unleashing another barrage of glow balls.

“Miss Tangyer!” Miss Althea’s voice cracked through the speakers, this time with actual threat in it.

Zee flipped him the middle finger mid-flight, her fury so tangible that even the air seemed to vibrate.

This never gets old, I thought to myself, watching the chaos unfold.

Other students wisely stayed far away, backing against walls or ducking behind pillars. Fighting between a holy being and a dark being? You didn’t survive that kind of storm without permanent scars.

I sighed and slipped away quietly, trying to ignore the heat in my chest and the gnawing headache in my mind.

“Oh… how I wish I didn’t .

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