After I left Caldina and Juliana, who I thought would have come after me by now, I walked to the garden. I started muttering to myself about stupid sisters and witches.
"Talking to yourself now, Wesley?" I haven't heard that voice say my name since I yelled at her.
"Anya?" I turn to her. She's standing underneath a willow tree. She gives me a smile.
"Do you still hate me?" She asks.
"I never hated you, Anya. I was just tired of everyone lying to me." I say walking over to her.
"I never lied to you, Wesley."
"Then what do you call that?"
"Keeping a bit of the truth."
"Same thing," I say bitterly.
"No, it's not."
I get ready to say something, but she stops me by putting her finger on my mouth. I stop breathing.
"Let us not argue for once, okay Wesley?"
She drops her hand in surprise. I quickly grab it before it reaches her side.
"Wesley..."
"Shh." I drag her closer to me. I lower my head slowly, letting her have a choice in the matter, but she doesn't stop me. So, I press my lips to hers. I close my eyes, I have been wanting to do this ever since the night of the ball. Anya had entered that room in a light purple dress, not knowing that she had commanded the whole room. She had stolen my heart that night. Her gorgeous hair and her beautiful eyes.
Just then someone clears their throat. I stumble back from Anya to find Cole and Peter standing there, with the stupidest grins on their faces.
"Done?" Cole asks. I shake my head. I want to smile and laugh, yet at the same time slam my fist into his face for interrupting the moment.
"You always enter at the wrong time, Cole." Anya says, walking to my side. I wrap my arm around her, barely touching her hip.
"Well, I can't not say anything when I walk upon my sister and my best friend kissing."
"Besides it's about time, you two did it." Peter says.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"Well, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. Even if you are in a room with a bunch of good-looking witches. Right Cole?"
"What?"
"Oh, come on. I can't be the only one who has noticed he can't seem to take his eyes off the blue-haired witch?" Peter asks.
Anya raises her hand. "I've noticed."
"Shut up!" Cole grumbles.
Just then I hear the sound of horses and talking. I take off for the gates, I am not letting Caldina leave before apologizing. But instead of Caldina at the gates, I find the weirdest and the most intimidating people I have ever met. Even more intimidating than witches.
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Broken, but Not Defeated
Fantasy3 siblings must band together to destroy their psychopathic aunt. Who would rather see them dead than alive. They must make allies with old enemies. Read as Witches, Fae, Doryukans, and humans come together to destroy a common enemy. Although the ou...
