My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend
Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Chapter 59

I hear a vehicle pull up, and I know my mother and Adam’s father have just arrived. Adam and Iseparate, but I’m upset that I didn’t get a chance to ask him more about what just happened. I needed toreplace the answer to that question; he had to tell me.

The power inside of me was one that you usually saw in a fire whisperer, but the power that came out ofAdam just now was one that you’ll only spot in a dark whisperer.

Just how much did I not know about Adam and his father? His power was strong enough to contain myfire, and unlike me, he had to have some experience. This meant he had to know about it all along.Adam must be familiar with a lot more than he was telling me.

Was this how he knew that touching me would stop the fire in the cafeteria? Was it also how he knewtouching my body today would bring the flames out from inside me?

My fists are sweating even though I was in the lake just a few minutes ago. This is almost too much forme to take in.

I hear footsteps and try my best to mask my emotions. I didn’t want my mother to ask any . unnecessaryquestions. I would do anything to avoid that. There were things that I had to replace out without her knowing.

“Did you guys get into the water without us?” She asks the moment that she spots me.

Henry takes one look at us and laughs, “it seems that we were worried about them not getting along forno reason. They must be getting along pretty well to jump into the lake before we could even reach.”

Igrab a towel from my mother’s hands and wrap it around my shaking body. My trembling has nothing todo with the water; it has everything to do with what just occurred between Adam and me.

My gaze replaces Adam, and he seems to be deep in thought. The pulse on the side of his neck isthrobbing, and I can tell that he isn’t as unbothered as he’d like everyone to think. Whatever happenedbetween us is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting me.

Good. I didn’t want to be alone in this.

“How long will we be here for?” I ask my mother. “I need to get home early; I have school tomorrow.”

I also needed to corner Adam and get him to spill everything to me. How much did he know about whatwas happening to my body? What was he not telling me?

And would I only be able to create fire when I was angry or when he was touching me? I had so manyquestions, and I wasn’t sure if I should tell my mother about this. She wasn’t honest with me all along;why should I be honest with her?

She also had this tendency to overreact at times. I wouldn’t want her walking into my school anddemanding an explanation from my teachers. Then everyone would know that something was wrong withme, and I didn’t want that to happen. I needed this to stay a secret untill understood what the hell was

going on.

My mother looks at Henry and then back at me, “we just got here, sweetheart.” She points out. “We werehoping to stay out for a few hours again.”

“I can take her home.” Adam offers.

I’m surprised that he said such a thing. Is he as desperate as I am to be alone with each other

“But we wanted to have some time as a family.” My mother tries to reason with us.

A family?

How is that possible when we barely knew each other? How is that possible when I feel things for Adamthat is in no way appropriate for someone that’s going to be my step-brother soon?

“We have plenty of time left. We can just reschedule and come another day.” Adam explains.

She sighs, “Okay, but the next time you both are free. We will have another one of these trips, and I don’twant to hear no from either one of you.”

I nod, “of course, mom. You two have fun.”

I follow Adam out to his vehicle; I’m surprised that he offered to drop me home. I mean, I did come withhim, but I expected him to try and avoid me. He pulls my bag out of the car and hands it to me, “You canchange, and we will leave after.”

Inod, and he gives me some privacy to get the wet clothes off my body. After changing, we are on ourway back home.

“Are we going to talk about what happened?” I ask him. “And what happened exactly?” He answers myquestion with a question of his own. I narrow my eyes at him, but he doesn’t notice because his eyes areglued to the road.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a commoner?” I ask him. “Then how are you able to possess such strongpowers that only a Royal dark whisperer can have.”

“Aren’t you a commoner?” He asks me. “I can ask you the same thing.”

While that was true, I didn’t think it was the same case with him. “You have experience. Someone hasclearly taught you. You can’t do that on your own. What school did you go to?”

He sighs, “not the Royal Academy if that’s what you’re asking.”

“So you’re telling me that you’re also a commoner that possesses powers like me? And that isn’t weird toyou at all? We should not be able to have this unless things are changing in our world. But that doesn’tmake any sense. Why would it change now after all this time?”

He pulls to the side of the road and pins me with an intense glare, “let’s not talk about any of that rightnow. Okay?”

I’m about to respond when something catches my attention. We’ve stopped in front of the Royalacademy. I couldn’t see much except for the vehicles in the parking lot and the front of the building.

There is a jeep parked that has my attention for some weird reason. I feel like this isn’t the first time I’veseen it before; everything about it seems familiar to me. Like I’ve been in it before.

‘I loved you!’ Igasp. Who said that?

Before I have a chance to understand what just happened, the visions are hitting me one after the next.They’re all broken, and it’s hard for me to put the pieces together.

‘You let me fall in love with you even after knowing you were going to betray me in the end. How couldyou, Adam, how could you betray me like this?’

“I’m a monster. Yes, I am-a monster who never deserved you from the start. I’m glad that you know thatnow.”

It’s the same girl and guy that are always in these crazy visions. They are having an argument, and theyhave it right in front of that same jeep. It has to be the same one from my vision. Nothing about it haschanged, absolutely nothing.

How many Adams were there? “Amiera?”

I’m back to my senses, and the visions no longer surround me. Adam is next to me, and again I’mreminded of how much he looks like the guy in my vision. And he also happens to have the same name?That’s just not possible.

Why am I getting these visions? What am I supposed to do with them? Is it supposed to be some sort ofwarning to me?

My eyes sting. I want to cry, and I have no idea why. What are these weird emotions? I feel heartbrokenabout something; it must have something to do with that jeep or this school or even the argumentbetween that boy and girl that I don’t know.

Whatever the reason, I’m trying hard to hold back the tears from falling. “What’s wrong?” Adam asks inan alarmed tone.

“You sound just like him,” I say before I can stop myself. I’m not even sure if I’m the one that’s speakingright now. My voice sounds alien to my ear.

“Sound just like who?” He asks, confused. I don’t blame him. I’m confused as well, these visions arebeginning to mess with my head, and I have no idea how to stop them. What I don’t understand is whyI’m constantly bombarded with emotions whenever I see those visions. Why does it feel like I’m the oneexperiencing everything that they’re going through?

I sigh, “it’s nothing. I want to go home, and you don’t have to worry about me asking any more questionsfor the rest of the trip. So you can relax.”

He doesn’t say anything else as he pulls the car back onto the road. We don’t say anything to eachother, not even when we reach home. I step out of the vehicle and rush to my room so that he can’t sayanything to me.

Thear a knock on the door a few minutes later, and even though I hope that it’s my mother, I know thatshe must still be out at the lake. That only leaves one person. I do nothing for a moment until I hearanother knock, this time louder.

Thesitantly open the door, and Adam is standing in front of me. I try not to get consumed in his eyes, andso, I look everywhere else. It’s truly ridiculous how much he affects me. I shouldn’t let him, but somehow,I can’t help myself.

“I need you to promise me something,” he tells me. “Promise you something?” I ask. “What’s that?” I’mconfused as to what I could possibly promise him about. He takes a step towards me but stops when mybody goes stiff.

“Promise me that you will not tell anyone about what’s happening to you. No one must know of the powerthat you possess. No one. I don’t care who it is; not even your closest friends should know.”

I draw my eyebrows together in confusion, “and why is that? Why must no one know?”

He doesn’t look happy that I’m asking him this question. Did he expect me to obey him just like that? Hetakes more steps towards me again. This time he doesn’t stop until he’s next to me. Our faces are inchesapart, and my body instantly arched towards him like it’s used to doing things like this around him.“Because it’s not safe. I’m asking you to do this so that I can make sure that no one hurts you. If thewrong people replace out, you will be in danger. I’m not just saying this to scare you. It’s the truth. So no onemust know, do you understand?”.

I can tell that he’s being serious; it doesn’t feel like a threat either. It does feel like he cares. And this is

No one will know. At least for now.