BEAST ACADEMY 2: LET THE QUEEN RISE

Twelfth Chapter

Listen to 'Overdrive' by Conan Gray

Eveline's POV

"Stronger" demanded young Lord.

We are training already three days now. He doesn't want to talk with me after I denied him since our first training. Better for me.

"Focus on your electrical energy and...try with one hand," he said coldly and observed me like a teacher. This is what I wanted, right?

I inhaled and straighten my hand to the front, trying to feel electrical tingles.

In these three days, our young Lord taught me quite a lot of things and tricks that actually helped me control the chaos inside of me. Yesterday he taught me how to control my emotions so that they wouldn't affect my abilities. It was like meditation but he told me to focus on my best feelings and then use powers at the same time and then told me to focus on this energy that I feel when I am feeling my best at times when I can't control my powers.

Tips of my fingers sparkled with a light shade of purple and then I slowly made it powerful, hitting the mannequin and leaving it fused.

Yes! I did it! Without getting out of control! I did exactly what I wanted! Not too weak and not too powerful!

A small smile crept on my face and I didn't realize that my hand was still in the air.

"Good job, Eveline" I looked at the voice from the side. Reece was standing near, in a white shirt that was perfectly sitting him, his hands were in the pockets of beige trousers that were till his ankles.

This guy looks perfect in every clothes...I guess it's not clothes that make him look good. His sandy hair was in a typical artistic mess and on the sun they looked on a few shades lighter.

"Thank you." why do we do this? Look in each other's eyes without breaking eye contact and I doubt he wants to.

I can't look at him for too long without doing anything. Now I even can't touch him...I can't feel his gentle, intoxicating odor, I don't know why but he smells like sweet home, so secure, so welcoming, so loving, and caring.

I wonder if he feels what I feel? Do I make him go crazy as he makes? Do I torture him in his dreams? Does he think about me?

So many questions that got stuck in my head and I can't even get rid of them.

Our unbreaking eye contact is hotter than the makeout session. Reece always parted his lips when I chewed on my lower lip, when I touched my sweaty neck and when I parted my lips as he did. How many minutes passed? Why this sinful gazing is so addicting?

"Cam!" I was the first one who looked away. Damn the yelling Bern.

"I am here!" I yelled back, going to my friend's voice, and heard how Reece cleared his throat.

I guess he does feel something towards me.

Meters away I saw an upcoming blue or aquamarine-haired guy. What color is his hair?!

"Hey, what's up?" I saluted him and furrowed my eyebrows at his concerned expression, "What?"

"So? How was the training with Lord Willer?" here we go again. I think Bern is concerned about me more than everyone else. These past days of our training with Reece, Bern keeps asking me how I am and how I am feeling after meeting Reece.

Why I was so bothered by this, it's because most of the times Bern is an asshole towards me, I mean, you remember the ball, right? But I don't really understand him when he asks me how I am when I am not in the mood after training or sometimes when I hear about an upcoming wedding in two months...

So, I made a conclusion. He is a great guy after all. Yeah, maybe he is a rude-ass and always mocks me but I think he shows his attention and sympathy like that! To be honest, I wouldn't make it without Bern and others but mostly him, he makes me laugh and we all know that the best cure from everything is laughing your ass off. That's why everybody got used to him, including me.

"I am good, Bern...Don't worry" I assuringly smiled and jumped to him, wrapping one arm around his shoulders that were in jean-jacket. "What about you?" I pulled him forward to the mansion and heard his breast-chuckle. "El broke Lark's leg" I turned my head at him and looked shockingly in blue eyes.

"What?! So easily?" I let out a hysteric laugh and bit my lip in shock.

This girl is something unbelievable.

"Yeah, that's actually the second time she breaks him a leg...She does break his parts of the body very easily...Psycho, not a girl" he huffed and shook his head but I saw how he was smiling... proudly?

"Why she is so aggressive towards him? Why not with Levi?"

"Ouch, Cam, you better not dig into this. Eleanor and Lark always, always, always fought each other. For as long as I remember, they always beat each other, stabbing, throwing knives, shooting arrows, breaking noses, and...legs" last word made me laugh but not Bern.

"In the childhood, Lark grew aggressive towards El and poor El just got her back but after time...this became a habit. Uncontrollable habit" he clicked his tongue and looked down his black converses.

Wow...the craziest sibling relationship. This is sad and funny at the same time. Sad in childhood and funny now.

"Where is Lark now? Does he have healing ability?"

"No way! He is in the infirmary, playing video games"

"Ow, what about his nose? I didn't know he doesn't have the ability to heal..."

"Yeah, poor lad."

"Is he mad at Eleanor?"

"Nope...they never get mad at each other"

Never ever get mad at each other. This is the definition of sibling love...

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