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'each time I break your trust, I'll punish myself by giving you a clue-"

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I STARED AT the sleeping figure of Daya across from me, having only entered a few minutes after I was tucked in.

The difference was, that she was already fast asleep whilst I was only replaying all that had happened only an hour ago,  trying to put the pieces in my mind and yet failing miserably.

Shifting in bed, I retained the one position that allowed me to think clearly as I stared into the darkness, scratching my wrists as the memories replayed in my mind.

Those blue eyes illuminated by the moonlight, his intensity when he asked me to walk away and yet somehow I foolishly remained standing there like a fish.

He kissed me.

Not the way I had thought and yet the way he did it, a kiss to my forehead, lingering there for as long as he did.

My heart pounded within me at the memory.

Why?

Why did he even kiss me in the first place? Why had his demeanor changed from angry to what I could only describe as vulnerable?

I shook my head in the darkness. Was this some kind of tactic he was playing? He was so bipolar I didn't even know what to think about all of it at all.

My heart was still racing at the mere memory of the action, harder than it should have been.

There was a whole moment I had with Lucas and even then, Harvest had still found a way to take that from me, rob every corner of my mind, only reminding me of what he had done and trying to figure out why he had done it.

My eyebrows furrowed in the darkness pulling the sheets closer to me, trying to think, My brain ended up pulling out the memory of the night before.

The action of our fingers entwining, his soft touch, the perfect fit.

My breathing slightly faltered as his words echoed through my mind,

'each time I break your trust, I'll punish myself by giving you a clue-"

I turned over staring blankly at the wall, still in deep thought.

Why would he punish himself by giving me a clue? Why did he find the need for that?

I had thrown a stone in the ocean when I accused him of breaking my trust and using his dilect on me again.

It had been my last attempt and I never thought I would win the argument the way I did.

It seemed all too easy to get him to speak.

I know he played this out to be a game, but we both knew he had no obligation to say anything- so why was he doing this?

I narrowed my eyes in the darkness trying to piece things together. Had he even been telling the truth about his pendent?

He had to be, I could see the truth in his eyes, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure, after all, there were a lot of things Harvest was capable of and I was sure lying to me and making out to be the truth couldn't be that difficult for him.

Besides who on earth would want to kill him? That sounded way too drastic.

He was too young to make enemies of that kind of caliber though I was sure he would have no problem making them in the future.

But even so, who would be after him?

It seemed to me that Harvest's dilect was one to reckon with, hence despite not seeming as close to Gravis as I was sure Lucas Bowne was, was still needed even more than the Amoroq and the Gigan.

So what kind of enemy could he have made?

Was it a vampire? How did he even come to Kingsland?

And what had he meant by not controlling sirens because of his dilect but because they had no choice but to obey him?

He said it was what he was that compelled them to obey- but according to Mr. Ogustus, Sirens are dark deceptions, therefore, if he didn't use his dilect on them then they should have torn him to pieces.

After all, they attract especially those of the male species and then attack- and yet for him...it was different.

Even without the use of his dilect, they obeyed his every wish as if slaves- slaved to those deep blue eyes that mirrored the ocean they called home.

Trapped like I was.

The memory of his blue eyes staring down at me not a breath away, caused me to uncomfortably shift, the feel of his cool lips on my forehead sneaking into my memories causing a cold shiver down my spine.

I closed my eyes, trying to regulate my breath. The memory of his hands pulling me close, arms caging around my waist. His short low breathing- I opened my eyes, catching myself, breathing in heavily-

Sitting upright in the darkness, having a feeling of Deja Vu, I shook my head free of these thoughts, my hand scratching at my itchy wrist ferociously.

I shouldn't be thinking like that!

I shouldn't allow myself to fall for the lowest trick in Harvest's book- falling for him like half the student population, just because of those cursed eyes- I refused to let myself wander off and for that ploy.

He said himself this was a game- maybe that was all done to do exactly this-

Confuse me again-

Have me trapped and unable to escape.

Having him on my mind this much was dangerous.

I had to stop focusing on these little moments he was trying to feed me and focus on the real issue.

To be rid of him, I would have to win. I had to get the facts straight- find out what he was.

I froze at the trail of thought, suddenly turning around grabbing my notebook, frantically flipping to the page, my heart beating.

Dang it!

I had completely forgotten to rip it out after I got distracted by his drawing, and now I was sure he had gone through my list.

I found my list- the colors, the clues, all seemed in order, and nothing seemed to be I froze at the comment right at the bottom,

[2 dilects? interesting theory and yet you've mentioned 4 colors. Also, I'm not Bipolar-]

P.S. I'm clearly winning] a smiley face.

I shut the book, with a deep frown, almost waking Daya up with the sound. I had to start taking care of my notebook, it was getting ridiculous how easy it was for him to acquire it.

I shut my eyes, pressing it across my chest, thinking back to anything, any clue.

There was something, something I was missing I was sure of it.

4 colors.

Was it possible for one dilectus to have four bloodlines? maybe, since it had been centuries, and yet the likelihood of that happening was too minimal for it to occur.

I paused- opening my notebook again, and sifting through the pages back to my list again.

Dark eyes- almost like he had two dilects- or bipolar behavior?

I had listed.

But he had pointed out in his little footnote that I had listed around 4 colors. I paused, my brain rattling and then suddenly freezing- what if- what if he wasn't dilectus?

What if he was like Lucas Bowne? A deception? Lucas wasn't dilectus and still wore a green band, maybe Harvest was like him but because of his abilities was categorized as a yellow?

But what creature had mind control, eyes could change color, fly, was dark-natured, and had some kind of influence over sirens and energies?

My mind flashed back to the appearance of the Vampire in the King's court, catching the eyes of the ancient vampire meeting Harvests' almost like- they knew each other?

Then again, that look seemed displeased- or could be interpreted as anything else, but for the sake of this line of thought and my sanity which needed a win, I decided to play along.

What if Harvest was a Vampire? It would make sense why he and Lucas clashed.

I read in almost every vampire-werewolf fiction story ever that they were mortal enemies- but even in my head, I knew that was a stretch.

Harvest had a pair of midnight wings though, Dracula had some right?

But that would make him some kind of Oldblood, which would be impossible because Mr. Ogustus said that there were only 3 bloodlines, however, if the old gods had dilectus, why wouldn't the old blood have kids too?

That would explain how he was able to mind control.

Vampires seemed to well-known mind readers, though I had to admit, I had never seen any fangs on him or seen him drink blood, even when I lay there bloodied after a siren slit my throat.

There were just too many things that didn't sit right with that thought.

I sighed, staring blankly at the wall again, feeling like I was back to square one.

"walk away-'

-and I stood there, waiting like a fish- the memory budded in my head causing my eyes to flush wide open, feeling my heartbeat within me, scratching my wrist once more, trying to relieve my brain of the memory-

Twice, he had asked me, and yet I stayed.

I  didn't even know why, nor did I want to think of why, but the only way I could stop thinking about that moment was to focus on another topic about Harvest.

Something finally coming to light giving me a small clue-

it was simple- Harvest could somehow control sirens.

He had just confessed to me 'given the benefit of the doubt he had told the truth' that he didn't do it by the use of his dilect, then there must be another way to control a siren.

If I find out what that way is, then maybe I would know what he was-

I smiled at my idea, finally able to whisk away peacefully, scratching my wrist.

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Don't know where she's going with this tbh

Might legit be the worst detective on earth 🫠

But she trying so..
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