It's Friday morning and today is the only day we can legally leave the Foster Care property.

When I got up from the bed, to get ready for breakfast, I was taken back by the fact that neither Draven nor Omega invaded my room and woke me up.

I quickly changed into black, high-waisted jeans, and a black hoodie with long sleeves, which covered my scars perfectly. I slipped on some old, black boots and put a beanie on my head.

I continued to stare into the closet mirror - my eyes were swollen and I had the biggest bags under them. Although I hid my white hair under a black beanie, it still looked messy, as if a cow chewed me up.

The only thing I looked forward to was the weather.

It's supposed to be a cold, gloomy day.

And I loved winter, although it was mid-summer.

God, I'm so weird.

Oh, wait... um, God, don't listen to me.

Because I, uh, had sexual thoughts about 'the future Devil'.

What the hell does that even mean?

I sighed and looked out of the window.

The sight was beautiful - I was greeted by grey clouds and wet, green grass. Birds weren't chirping and the sun was hiding. I could feel the coldness just by looking at it and yet, it calmed my nerves.

After everything I learned yesterday, I barely slept at all.

It all sounded so crazy, but at the same time, I completely believed them.

I knew Draven was special, I mean he did something to Dr. East and he has been acting crazy ever since.

Don't even get me started on his charm.

I mean, if I ever met him as a normal human, I would stay the hell away from him.

He was nothing, but trouble.

But that was the least of my worries.

What am I?

What does it mean to be a Sybil?

Why am I so important?

Is Draven really in love with me or the idea of me?

I snapped myself out of the trance when the bell rang, announcing it was time for breakfast.

I sighed and fixed the beanie on my head, although nothing was wrong with it.

The thing that worried me was the fact that I haven't left this room in three days.

What if I bump into Sawyer?

I just shook off all of the negative thoughts and walked out of my room, closing the door behind me.

Just get into the canteen and sit at your usual table, Alya.

That is not a hard thing to do.

I walked in with my head down and just took the first thing I saw, although I craved my pancakes.

As soon as I sat down, a familiar voice started blabbering, as he usually does.

"On today's menu is: for breakfast - delicious morning sex. For lunch - mind-blowing midday sex. For dinner - crazy 'I-can't-get-enough-of-you' sex and if you want the dessert, you can have spontaneous kisses, ass-grabbing, and quickies."

I looked at Draven with one raised brow as he sat beside me, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

He wore his famous smirk that made me crazy, which was why I couldn't get my words out for a while.

"What the fuck was that and why are you hugging me?" I finally asked and took a bite of my muffin.

He laughed. "Because we are dating, duh!"

DATING?!

I choked on the food, spitting it all over the table as he burst out laughing.

Well, that was charming.

"We're what?" I asked with eyes wide opened, still coughing my balls out.

"When we're at dating topic, today I'm taking you out. We're going to make it official, little rebel," he whispered into my ear, making me shiver.

"I, uh..." was I could spit out.

Fuck!

He came closer and cupped my chin, so I was forced to look into his eyes.

I drowned in them, as I usually do.

They reminded me of the forest, the one that was in my backyard.

Alya, focus!

I coughed awkwardly while he stared into my eyes. "Uh, Draven, we're at, um, public-"

He interrupted me, pressing his lips against mine.

Fucking hell...

Of course, I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Sorry to ruin this little party," Omega said as he sat across from us.

It was obvious he was not sorry.

Draven groaned in my lips, still gently holding my face.

His eyes were closed, probably because he was pissed off, and his black hair was falling on his forehead.

God, he was so sexy...

Uh, I mean, no God!

I'm still a virgin, I swear!

"Fuck off," he said with anger, not moving anything but his lips.

"Can't do that, mate, sorry," Omega said and looked at me. "I believe you have something that belongs to him."

I pushed Draven away and he groaned in annoyance, glaring at Omega.

"Fuck off, mate," he said again, this time more intense.

"She has your bracelet, you twat. Haven't you noticed it? I thought you would, with all-time you two spend in bed."

Draven looked at me with eyebrows raised in question.

I reached my ankle and separated the cold metal from my skin, displaying it in my palm.

When I saw him in the woods, on my seventeenth birthday, and ran after him, I stumbled across that black bracelet.

I don't know why, but it was so alluring to me like it was calling my name.

So, I picked it up.

"What, this?" I asked as Draven basically screamed in excitement and snatched it from my hand, gently hugging it.

Omega leaned back in his chair and smirked with amusement. "Watch this," he told me, almost whispering.

"Oh, baby, how I've missed you," Draven said softly, kissing it. He was talking to a bracelet. "I'm never leaving you again, I promise."

"Okay, I'll go now," I said and got up, ready to leave and spend the rest of the day in my room.

Suddenly, Draven grabbed my arm and smirked.

"I'll pick you up at three."

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I was ready and it was only 2:30. I didn't change anything about my appearance because it's Draven and there was no way I'm dressing up for him.

So, I decided to wander around a little bit to clear my mind.

"Alya, let me speak," Sawyer suddenly said, appearing out of nowhere.

Fucking hell.

He cornered me, but he didn't look like a bad guy.

He looked just like the first time we met - nice and charming.

Innocent.

"Okay, talk," I finally said, taking a few steps away from him.

I don't want his fucking tongue in my mouth again, but I'll give him a second chance.

"I'm really sorry for everything that happened, I just wanted to warn you," he said apologetic, looking in my eyes.

It was incredibly weird to be near him when I know he's an actual angel.

But shouldn't angels be like, nice?

"You are wrong, though. Draven is amazing and I don't want to hear you bashing him," I said, crossing arms.

"You know nothing about who he is."

"I saw his heart and it isn't made of stone," I replied, emotionless.

Although I was scared as shit, realizing I'm talking to an actual angel, I felt some kind of urge to defend Draven.

I guess he crawled under my skin.

"Aly, listen to me. He's going to hurt you and it will end badly," he said, talking slowly like I'm a child.

That's when I got angry.

"Do you know what, Sawyer?" I spat out. "Fuck you! I hope you burn in Hell!"

He stumbled back, like I physically hurt him, and blinked a couple of times.

"Is there any problem, here?" Omega appeared behind him, tapping his shoulder with a mischievous grin.

"N-No," Sawyer replied immediately, painful expression spreading across his face.

I smiled.

Did Omega do something to him? Does he even have that kind of power?

"Alright, then. Alya, Draven is looking for you," he said, tilting his head towards my room.

I nodded and walked away, but Omega stood in his place, whispering something to Sawyer.

When he nodded, Omega laughed. "Cheers, mate," he said and came to me.

"I hope you have a good explanation of why were you talking to him."

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