Vana's POV
“Jerome…”
Jerome stood right next to Jamra, gun held at headpoint as a dark and grim look flash in his eyes. I gulped, clamping my mouth as I search for the letters and words in my head. My throat felt dry, and my lips were frozen.
He freed Jamra from her tied chair, helping her out. My emotions were all over the place after he arrived, my chest tight and stirring in many emotions. Uncertainty. Shock. Joy. Dread.
My eyes found its way to Jerome’s gaze, and our eyes stared at each other for a long while. I can see it in his eyes. The pain and the fury that boomed through his pupils. It was frightening, his expression dark and cold and unrecognizable.
But more than that, his presence and appearance reassured me. I don’t know how he found me. I don’t why he showed up to save me. I don’t know anything about him… yet I’m so glad he was here. I am
Vana's POV “Leave your brother to me, Vana,” the lady whispered with assurance as she drifted next to me. My eyes widened as I quickly trailed my eyes to the lady. She disappeared in a split second, reappearing behind brother in lightning speed. My jaw dropped, realizing what kind of people they were truly. This… this is the power—the true power—of a hero from the Dark War. Storm’s power was apparent, but that lady’s magic is overwhelming already despite not putting it in display yet. Her aura simmered in the air like the smell of cherry blossoms, sending a gentle feeling that wriggled my muscles out of stiffness. I gazed at the lady’s direction, finally recognizing the lady’s identity. I gasped, unable to believe my eyes. No way, that was… Queen Maria Hyacinth Claverie-Alicry. Queen Hyacinth of Norn. The Qu
Vana's POV “There, all done,” Jamra said after she finishes applying makeup on my face. “You look beautiful.” I looked at myself on the mirror, doubting if I’m really looking at myself. Jamra did a good job on the makeup that I almost can’t recognize myself. She only put light makeup on me, with a little blue accent to combine with the color of my gown. “You look gorgeous. I’m sure everyone will drool when they see. Plus, that aura,” Jamra complimented, squealing with a smile. I smiled back. I wore the gown brother prepared for me, which I was surprised to find out to have pants underneath the skirt. The bodice of the gown fitted my body’s shape perfectly, the skirt’s silhouette flowing down my legs the way I wanted it to be. Jamra wore a lime green mini dress that has a heart-shaped top and a puffy skirt on the bottom. It’s yellow-green color glamoured
Vana's POV “Mind letting me show you how to properly dance?” he offered, a hand extended towards me. I chuckled, gently with a smile as I take his hand without hesitation. “I hate how you saw how ridiculous me, and my brother are,” I remarked. “Just follow my lead,” he said with a wink as he guides me to the dance floor. I stepped forward, facing him as his hand held mine. He curled a hand around my waist, making my skin tingle in the places he touches. A hot sensation crippled down my body, and he pulled me closer to him, our bodies barely grazing each other. My heart pounded against my ear. Not in the way of being nervous or anxious. It was similar to the feeling I have when I receive a gift or one of my favorite books. A thrilling feeling mixed with something gentle and loving. I raised my face up at him, and his face was inche
Vana's POV I hesitantly followed the Cindre sisters down the south hall, making our way to one of the lounge rooms in the lounge hall. I left Jamra at the ballroom a minute ago, assuring her that I will be fine on my own. The two sisters led me to one of the rooms in the middle of the hallway, opening the door as they guide me inside. My eyes lost count of the doors I passed by down on the corridor, distracted by the flaring lights from the hallway chandeliers. I slipped inside the lounge, taking a step inside. Cella led us to a sofa in the center of the room, while Tacia closed the door behind us. They both wore a ball gown that weighs down on their body, with Tacia wearing a light blue gown, while Cella wore a pink gown. I took the opportunity to sit down on the couch, resting my feet from standing all evening. My feet are sore from standing up in these heels, I ought to sit down
Vana's POV Tacia and Cella are… dead… A tremor coiled inside my stomach as I saw the bloodied bodies of Cella and Tacia lying inside the room. My breathing became shallow, and my knees barely managed itself from collapsing. Jerome’s grip tightened at my arm, and a horrified expression contorted on his face. Detective Claude and Jamra quickly arrived at the scene, dashing as they tail behind us. Jamra gasped in terror and horror as she saw her stepsisters lifeless inside the room, screaming in fear and agony. A few quests rushed down the hallway to find out what occurred, but were immediately stopped as Mr. Reiki, one of the Dark War heroes present and King Gregory’s aide, Ms. Yuna, block their way from moving forward. Queen Hyacinth sprinted towards us, ignoring us as she planned to walk straight into the room. Detective Claude prevented the queen from
Vana's POV “I’m saying that one of us in this room is the killer. One in the four of us, that is,” Ezra stated. “Because you, me, Jamra, and Vana are the last people Tacia and Cella met before they were killed.” My heart thumped, pounding as it dawns in me. If Ezra’s saying the truth, it means that before me, the sisters talked to Jerome, Jamra, and Ezra. And the last person they talked to… is me. “That is a possibility. Looking at how the crime was committed, the last person with them would be capable of this,” Mr. Claude agreed. “But we shouldn’t be hasty.” “The dagger Vana brought with her as an emergency weapon is awfully similar to the murder weapon used in the crime. Isn’t that strange?” Ezra pointed, glancing at me with a devious look. I glared at her, recognizing the game she wants to play. With my dagger compared to the murder weapon, there’s a
Jerome's POV Vana was taken out of the crime scene by the royal guards of King Gregory, sending her to a room a few blocks away from the crime scene. My eyes lingered at her as she leaves the room, uneasy and doubtful. To think she’d be the first prime suspect just because she was last seen with the victims. It’s ridiculous. It’s not that I’m saying Cella and Tacia deserve their deaths, but they should’ve at least seen it coming after they were exposed as Ezra’s accomplices in all her bullying reports. Ezra’s lucky that Mr. Storm didn’t killer her earlier, too. “Shall we continue with our investigation?” Mr. Claude wondered, glancing at me. “I do hope you won’t be biased.” Unfortunately, I can’t promise that. “I’ll try my best,” I said. “Storm, go back to the ballroom and switch with reiki. With your unstable emotions and biased o
Jerome's POV “Then, Jerome, show Lady Ezra out of the room. And escort Lady Jamra in,” King Gregory instructed. “Yes, Your Majesty,” Ezra and I answered in unision. I escorted Jamra inside the room, her eyes averting away from her sisters’ corpses with quivering lips. I studied her body movement, only to be out of focus as my thoughts gather to questioning someone else. “Lady Jamra Cindre, correct? Can you state your relationship with the sisters?” Mr. Claude asked straight away, his expression stoic. “They’re my stepsisters…” Jamra answered. “Are you in good terms with them?” “No, I don’t know if you have heard, Detective Claude, but the sisters bullied me and Vana, in Ezra’s lead,” Jamra stated. “Do they abuse you in your own home as well?” he asked. Jamr