THESE HIDDEN WINGS

[23.1] CAUGHT

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"What am I going to do with you?"

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I COULDN'T MOVE.

I wanted so badly to move, to run, and yet even if he was not using this bizarre convert ability he had, I knew I wouldn't have been able to move a dang muscle when he was this close to me, eyes locking me in place.

I could feel my heart pounding within me, my lips a whisper apart, as I stared up at him.

Where had all this curiosity come from? I had never been this stupid before.

Now I was heaven knows where alone with a boy who would control my body. This was the worst place I had been in my life, I was panicking so much, and yet I couldn't show it, I could feel the blank expression on my face despite the waves of panic that tossed within me.

His eyes studied mine blankly, void of any emotion known to man, searching my face for something I didn't quite recognize.

"What are you doing out this late if you're so afraid of the dark?" he suddenly asked his tone deep.

At the sound of his voice, I could feel my heart clench, but my lips didn't move to reply, yet the feeling of panic still glazed in my eyes. His eyes narrowed down on me for a lofty second, it didn't even look like he was putting in much effort but thanks to the killer observation skills I had developed over the years, I knew he was trying to see something, and I dreaded the fact that there was a huge possibility that he could even read my mind and all the secrets that I carried in it.

What would a convert like him do with all that information?

That dark thought seemed to make me panic even more. I was stupid to not think this through.

What the heck was I thinking when I decided to follow a convert into a restricted area?! No less a MALE Convert with an ability as invasive as his was. Heck, I didn't even know who he was, and yet he remembered me.

Hallway girl, he had called me.

How ironic.

I could feel his shallow breaths grazing my skin as he loomed over me, icy-cold eyes seemed to be searching mine, "A little weird, yes, I didn't take you for a stalker," he continued his tone sharp, "and as expected you're not a very good one either."

I was the absolute worst. At this point, I didn't care that he had called me creepy basically. Heck, I would think I was creepy too if all I did was look at people the way I did.

I was no James Bond or Halle Berry.

I wished, I prayed and I hoped he would let me go, knowing the first chance I would get I would bolt out of here. And yet I couldn't as much as blink without feeling him doing it for me, still staring up at him.

I hated how close he was at the moment, I didn't do well with boys at all which is why I thought the whole world was ending when I felt him move even closer, the feeling of his fingers caressing my skin and he watched them move, a question his eyes, "I have never seen someone so dark," he muttered, his accent thick on every curve of the word, "and yet so innocent.." he trailed off seemingly lost for a second, his eyebrows furrowed as he spoke.

It was my turn to search for some kind of meaning in what he was trying to say, I mean, of course, I was dark, and I was proud, but at this point, all I cared about was our proximity and the very high chance of freezing to death in this cold water.