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(Author’s POV)

After having dinner with her family, Myra returned to her room. Neither of them spoke anything about the scholarship or college at the dinner table. They just made small talk here and there. Even Wendy was back to being her cheerful self.

Whatever Myra wanted to tell them, she had already said it. So, now it was upto Sandra, William and her sister Wendy to do the thinking and tell their decision. Although, she was positive that they would understand her good intentions but there was also a tiny bit of anxiety creeping up inside her.

She shook her head and unlatched the window in her room. Cool night breeze greeted her, making her feel refreshed and free. ’I love my home, this place called Damona. I wish I wouldn’t have to leave this serene beauty. But I don’t have a choice now,’ Myra murmured looking at the crescent moon in the dark and clear night sky.

Her place was peaceful and soothing. There was no city noise, no hustle and bustle. Small and mid-sized homes in which mostly elderly people were residing. There were no tall buildings obstructing the view of the sky or the land, neither was there any night life. But it was her abode.

Gazing at the place surrounding her house, her eyes glistened a bit. Her thoughts were cut short because of her phone buzzed. She received a message. She closed the window, walked back to her bed and after making herself comfortable in it, she looked at who has left her a message, it was Fabian Stephens.

When she saw who the sender was, her eyebrows narrowed. ’What did he message at such a time? Ohhh, maybe be he is asking about his strawberry pastry.’ It was the only reason she could think of.

She clicked on the message and it said, ”Hello, Ms. Miracle. Hopefully, you went home safe.”

Myra pursed her lips and thought, ’maybe he is feeling uncomfortable asking about his things first.’

”Hello, Professor Stephens. Thank you for asking. By the way, by mistake, there was a mix up from the bakery and one of your pastry boxes ended up in my carry bag,” she typed her reply and clicked send.

She waited for a few minutes, no reply came from Fabian’s side. Myra was still in the middle of typing, ”I am really sorry. I will compensate you for~,” but when she was about to send it, Fabian’s text came, ”It wasn’t a mistake, Ms. Miracle.”

Myra’s fingers ceased whatever they were doing. She narrowed her eyes at his text, ’What does he mean by this? Was it intentional, but why?’ She was in the middle of her inner thoughts, trying to figure out why Fabian texted that is when her room echoed with her ringtone, her phone was buzzing from a call, the name displayed on the screen was Fabian’s.

Myra didn’t pick his call up instantly, she contemplated for a while, her thumb lingering over the red and the green slide sign. But eventually when the call was about to drop, she picked up.

A deep and comforting voice came from the other side, ”Hello, Ms. Miracle. Hope I am not disturbing you at this time.”

Myra paused and replied, ”I was just about to retire for bed. Ahhhhh~ .... May I ask what did you mean by that text?”

He sighed and uttered, ”It meant exactly what it said. It wasn’t a mistake. It was a gift from my side.”

”A gift? What for?” Myra was confused by his words.

”A thank you gift for helping me out at the bakery store,” he commented straightforwardly.

”But I didn’t do much,” she said.

”Still, it was enough to help my cause.” Fabian was a smooth talker.

Myra sighed heavily and replied, ”Ok, if you say so. Mm~hmm, if there is nothing, I will~.”

”Wa~ wait, Ms. Miracle~,” Fabian interrupted. He didn’t want to end the conversation just yet.

”Yes. Professor. Is there something else?” Myra said.

”Ahhh~ .... Mmmm~, have you, have you thought about the scholarship offer?” he asked, fumbling with his initial words.

”Yes, I have,” Myra replied decisively.

”Okay~ ... may I know. What is it?” he inquired.

”I will let you know by day after tomorrow. It is already quite late,” Myra said firmly.

”Ohh, sure .... Good night, Ms. Miracle.”

”You too,” they said their goodbyes and the call disconnected.

Fabian glanced at his phone’s blackened display for a while. He was settled inside his study room, in front of his desk, full of scattered paper work. He tapped his fingers on the wooden antique style office table and was reeling over his encounter with Myra earlier in the day.

It was no coincidence that he met Myra at the bakery shop. He has been getting intel on her schedule and one of his trusted aides was keeping a closer eye on her from the shadow. He knew where she was headed to and took the opportunity to create a chance encounter with her.

A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. ”Come in,” he uttered and a person with slight brown skin tone entered the room. His eyes were shiny and gold and there was a long scar passing his right eye and ending on his cheek.

He stood in front of Fabian’s desk with his hands behind him and started, ”Young master, today, Ms. Miracle went to the airport early in the morning to have a meeting with Garry Yates. After that, she returned home and didn’t went outside.”

Fabian raised his eyebrows in amusement, ”You may take your leave.”

But the guy stood rooted to his spot, not moving an inch. Fabian asked, ”Why are you still standing, Gunnar?”

”Young master, Senior Master Stephens called, asking for you,” Gunnar told him with a gravelly and coarse voice.

Fabian pinched his nose bridge and an exhausted sigh escaped his mouth, ”I know he has been calling me all day. I will give him a call tomorrow.”

”Actually, he was asking when you will be returning to the Stephens mansion,” the scar faced man added.

”I will talk to him. In case he calls you again, just tell him my work hasn’t been finished yet. It will take me a while. Don’t tell him anything more than that. If there is nothing else, you may retire for the day,” Fabian sounded tired.

Gunnar bowed his head, turned around and exited his study.

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In Kimberg, at the Everests mansion, after drinking some beer and spending time with Nora and chatting with her about normal stuff. Alaric returned to his room. He looked at the time and it was almost midnight, eleven fifty-eight to be precise. He went to his wardrobe to make sure that silver suitcase was tucked safely inside.

Then, he mind linked Elio, ”Elio, are you still with Brave?”

Elio was surprised to hear Alaric’s voice. He was half asleep and dead tired, ”Yes, brother Al. I am with brother Brave. What happened?”

The mind link disconnected, puzzling Elio greatly. He couldn’t understand the meaning of this mind link. Soon, his confusion cleared as Alaric entered Brave’s room.

”You seem tired. Go and rest in your room for tonight. I will stay with Brave,” Alaric muttered.

”It is fine. I am used to it. You are look more exhausted than me. You have been working double,” Elio commented.

”I am not asking you. Go to your room and sleep, Elio Everests,” Alaric commanded.

Elio mumbled under his breath, ”Ok, but do make sure to call for me if there is any change.”

Alaric nodded and Elio departed Brave’s room, rubbing his back of the head. He went to his room and collapsed on the bed, face down. Leo questioned, ’Why do you think Alaric asked to stay with Brave all of a sudden?’

’I don’t know. Maybe, he wanted to spend time with him. They are twins after all and brother Al and Brother Brave have a deep connection,’ he replied to his wolf.

’That’s a possibility. Uhhhh~ .... I am dead tired. Let us just get some quality sleep,’ Leo sounded gravelly. And almost instantly, Elio fell into a slumber.

Alaric saw Elio depart. He heard him open his door and then shut. After making sure Elio had returned and no one was in sight, Alaric scurried to his room and carried the suitcase back with him. He reentered Brave’s room, locked it from the inside and approach his twin brother.

The room was silent and only the sound of machine beeping and Brave’s steady breath could be heard. Alaric sat beside him and held his hand. They were warm, saying that Brave was alive and well.

”You have been sleeping for quite a while Brave. A lot has happened. Please, wake up soon,” he murmured softly. But his words fell on deaf ears. He talked with Brave for a while but nothing happened.

So, in the end he had to use Plan B, Myra’s blood samples he had acquired for DNA testing.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .