In front of her window, she thought she saw a figure. She got closer, and stuck her face to the window, trying to see something. But, after minutes, Zyphira eventually resigns herself.
I freaked out for nothing. It was probably someone who was passing by.
She laughed at herself for being stupid. She was the kind of person who was afraid easily. She was afraid of new encounters, people, even animals. Besides, it was a miracle that she was able to live alone. Still, in the distant past, she would not even have believed that it was possible.
For her, the world we live in is a danger to everyone, and even more so for women and children. After checking her door and window several times, she went to bed to forget this horrible evening.
Tapid in the shadow, a man in a black glove, with silver hair, watched his movements. The stranger, under the annoyed eye of his brother, continued his observation.
—It's okay, we can go now.
The Tsar gave him no answer. What had the gift of annoying Ev?
—She turned everything off, I think she certainly went to bed. We can leave now.
No answer yet.
Ev took on him for several minutes so as not to fart a cable.
Breathe don't get upset. And in addition, if I get angry, if he gets angry, I end up in a grave.
The Tsar stared at this apartment without real emotion. He did not know the reason that had pushed him to follow this young girl.
—It can be useful to me.
Ev finally heard his brother's beautiful voice. Frowned.
—What do you mean?
The Tsar ignored her more beautiful. He began to walk in the night towards an unknown destination.
Ev sighed.
—How rude. I sacrifice my time to accompany him to be a voyeur. And he doesn't even bother to wait for me.
On the nerves, the latter followed his brother by swearing to give him back the change of his coin the day he had enough courage.
The next morning, she was sitting at the back of the classroom trying to relax and calm down. She was sleepy. Last night had been rough. The horror of the shortcuts, then the feeling of being observed and the nightmares that kept her awake.
In her nightmares, she saw this man come back to kill her because she had seen what she shouldn't have. Fighting against sleep, not wanting to have to ask other students for classes because of her associability, she tried her best to follow.
But after a few minutes, she finally fell asleep. During the rest of the coup, she was in an imaginary land, until she heard voices disturbing her.
The other students next to her whispered
—Oh my God, he's too beautiful, do you think he's from here? Can it be a celebrity?
She pretended not to hear anything and tried to stay in her imaginary land.
—He's really big. And you saw, he has pale skin. I've never seen that. This is the first time I've seen a man with such pale skin. Someone behind her spoke louder.
— You don't know him? It's Mr. VOLKOV, he's an elder from here. It is even said that he was the major of his promo.
Always in her imaginary land, in her thoughts, she was annoyed.
But they couldn't shut their mouths, people were still trying to sleep.
But obviously, she will never have the courage to say that out loud.
The students continued to speak.
—Do you think he's single?
—No, I don't think so. A man so sexy is single, it's impossible.
Zyphira still motionless, tried not to get up. Honestly, she was exhausted.
—Oh my god, did you see how he is dressed? Black clothes and gloves, make you feel his blue eyes.
There, she is ticked.
Blue eyes? Pale? Gloves? Black clothes? No, I'm probably a misunderstanding.And what is the probability that it is the same person?
She was trying to convince herself
Conversations were from right to left. She was trying to get back to life.
—Apparently, he's super rich. And I would have even heard that his family would do things that are not clear. A voice to his left whispered
— Is not clear? What do you mean not clear?
— The kind, mafia, and everything. Retroqua the one who had proclaimed from the
beginning the things not clear.
She finally straightened up with the little courage she had, trying to face perhaps the monster of her nightmare. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and in front of her, she immediately met the eyes of this man, that of this alley. She was petrified. Didn't know what to do.
And if I screamed, I'd be taken for crazy.
She sank into her seat with the little courage she had.She was sitting there, not listening to anything.She only heard Professor Westley making the presentations.
—Please, silence. Let me introduce you to Mr. Volkov. He is one of our best students, if not the best student at our university. He took his time as an important and influential man to be there today. Mr. Volkov, can you explain this finance course?
She didn't speak anymore. She was only listening.The minutes passed. The hours too.This famous Mr. Volkov explained the course methodically and mechanically.In her head, she was trying to find the most discreet way to get out of this room without being noticed.
She hoped he wouldn't recognize her.After all, in that alley, it was dark.
She thought.
I don't think he recognized me. I don't think he recognized me.When our eyes met, he did not react.He couldn't recognize me.I'll try to get out slowly. Through the door.As if I had another way, through the door.Hoping not to be noticed.
She thought she was waiting for the moment when everyone would be the most focused to slip away.She gently put away her things. She put her bag on her shoulder.
She got up slowly and walked step by step, remaining as calm as possible.A few meters from the door...
The unthinkable happened.A few meters from the door, it was interrupted.
—Hey, miss, where are you going? The course is not over yet!
It's a fucking nightmare.
She said to her, in her inner background.
Damn, if I turn around, if he didn't recognize me, now he's sure to recognize me.
—Miss, I'm talking to you.
His hands were shaking. She took a step back and turned around.
Mr. Westley. He looked at her again.
—, Miss Westbrook, where are you going like that? Are you in a hurry?
—I don't feel very well, sir.
— You don't feel well? What do you have?
As if I were a doctor to know what I have...But of course, you have to answer anyway.
—I think I have a stomachache.
—Do you have your period?
—Yes, that's it, sir.
Always with your head down.She wasn't looking at anyone.It was the situation she hated the most: being the center of attention.All eyes were turned to her.And she could already hear the whispers around her.What she didn't stand. Two fingers away from the discomfort.
She tried to stay as serene as possible.
—Ah, Miss Westbrook. It was Tsar, did you say?
— Mr. Volkov, do you know her? ask Mr Wesley
—No.Mr. Volkov replied coldly.
—I just find this name intriguing, that's all.
—Mr. Westley, in my humble opinion, we should not let such a young girl go alone to the infirmary.
—Do you need someone to accompany you, Miss Westbrook?
Zyphira, still standing, trembling, scared like a doe.Always lower her She did not dare to answer. She straightened her head.And, unfortunately for her, her gaze fell directly on that of the Tsar.
Shit.
Why do I feel like I'm cursed every time we look at each other?
— I propose to accompany him to the infirmary
It was Mr. Volkov who had just spoken
He had moved with a step but assured until he was in front of her, a few centimeters from her, it was not too much. She lost her balance, felt her body let go, and her sight went crazy. The last thing she could see was no reaction on her part, he didn't even try to catch up with her, he watched her collapse on the ground.
Ev who was sitting in a chair in the front row, began to worry about his brother's behavior. The latter acted illogically, and honestly, it was not a good idea.
—I don't like it at all. Did he whisper as low as possible? I need to call Nikandros.