Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) - S01 E18

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

“Dark chocolate”

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Victoria POV

“I want candy.”

Normally, I was a mature, responsible, grown äss adult.

But I had a weird habit of turning into a spoilt, whiny brat when gummy bears were involved.

“So, you want me ?” Biscuit tipped his hat, as we went to the shop in the airport. “Sorry, Shortcake. I’m taken.”

“By aliens?” I shot back. “Would explain so many things.”

“Why is it so hard to believe I might have a girlfriend?” He shrugged. “I’m a sweet guy.”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes. “And I’m the Queen of England.”

He muttered something that sounded a lot like “you could be.”

It was official.

Biscuit was losing his mind.

“You’re about as sweet as diet soda.” I said, deadbeat. “Ain’t no sugar there.”

“You’d know.” He said, absently touching his neck. “You’re the one who gave me a hickie.”

I was blushing again. I never thought I’d hate my own blood vessels, but right then I did.

D--n him. D--n him and his –

We entered the shop. Biscuit took off his hat and flashed a smile at the lady behind the counter.

His very damnable dimples.

He paid for a small bag of gummy bears without asking any questions. I held out my hand, beaming.

“They’re not for you.”

I glared at him.

He didn’t say a word as he went back outside. I followed him, silently fuming, 100% sure he was doing this simply to piss me off.

We walked till entrance of the airport, until I realised what he was doing.

Vetresca was for the most part a rich country. Yet like everywhere, there were still homeless people.

And outside the airport’s cold, all glass entrance, sat one family dressed in tatters. The old man, his wife and their little daughter were dejected, unnoticed for the most part.

Biscuit walked up to the child and gave her the bag.

He smiled at me as he headed back inside. “Let’s go get you some chocolate, Shortcake. Because candy is for little girls.”

I didn’t protest as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“You dropped your wallet outside.” I noted.

“Oops.” He shrugged. “My bad.”

I knew for a fact that he’d had at least five thousand dollars on him. And this was a man who didn’t do anything by accident.

“She’s a lucky girl.”

“No, she’s not.” He said, his expression blank. “But I’m trying to fix that.”

In that moment, I felt an insane attraction to the man who was holding me here against my will and mocked me at every chance he got.

D--n him. Again.

“So chocolate.” Biscuit asked, as went back into the shop. “What kind?”

“Dark as my soul.” I muttered.

“I don’t think they can make that variety.”

Biscuit bought a bar of semi sweet chocolate and gave it to me, for once not making a fuss.

“Thank you.” I said, genuinely.

He smiled, showing off those annoyingly adorable dimples.

“You’re welcome, Shortcake.”

We went to the departure lounge. Ira was sitting there with Cyril, her bags packed. Her hair was now dark and her eyes matched his hazel ones.

The primary reason we were at the airport was to say goodbye to my baby sister .

Going by the way Cyril had his arm wrapped around her waist, I realised she wasn’t a baby anymore.

Except, well, maybe his.

I was going to the seventh circle of Hades for that thought.

“You all set?” I asked as her flight’s name flashed on the board.

Russia must be charming this time of year. What with the tundras and all.

“Yep.” Ira said, getting up.

“I, uh,” Wow, I s--k at this. “I’m going to miss you.”

Ira gave me a hug.

“Come with me.” She whispered, glaring at Biscuit. “I can get you out of here. We don’t have to find the client – it’s not our job, V.”

I knew for a fact that if we didn’t find out who was behind this – and soon – there was going to be war.

The last time that happened, the humans lost a continent.

We might just lose a planet this time around.

“No.” I whispered, petting her black dyed hair. “I have to stay.”

We were both on the verge of tears so I let her go and we both smiled awkwardly.

“Promise you’ll visit sometime.” Ira said with a shaky smile.

“When all this is done.” I promised. “We’ll go ice skating like old times.”

Cyril just stood to the side all this time. I grabbed his collar.

“Now you listen here, animal boy.” I said. “You keep her safe, or I will hunt you down and make you a rug.”

Biscuit pulled me back, laughing. “That means she loves you both very much. Take care now.”

“Since when are you my translator?” I muttered as they waved goodbye.

“Since I understand you.” He winked. “I’m your Google.”

I groaned. “Can you get more cheesy?”

He laughed, shrugging. “I can try.”

“And while you’re at it, could you please turn off the dimples?” I muttered. “They’re kinda distracting.”

“Turn them off?” Still smiling. “Does my face look like a fücking light bulb to you?”

“You don’t want me to answer that.”

It was as we were standing there, laughing about something so insignificant that the guardians came in.

Ira was almost through the gates when ten of them surrounded her and pinned her to the counter. She put up a good fight, but she was no match for them. Her hands were in cuffs in less than a minute.

I was about to run towards her, when Biscuit dragged me behind a wall.

“Let me go!” I was yelling. “That’s my sister!”

He covered my mouth. I was about to scream when I noticed the expression on his face.

A crushing sadness filled his eyes.

And that’s when I understood.

“In the name of Your Highness Prince Darius Azaria, you are under arrest for the murder of the late King of Kadria.” The guardian announced. “Anything you say can and will be used…”

“We need to leave.” Biscuit said, quietly. “They’ve seen us with her.”

“I-” I was numb inside. “I can’t. They’re going to kill her. I promised.”

I can’t breathe . “I-I promised my father I’ll keep her safe. And – and now. Now I can’t. She’s going to die.”

“Hey.” Biscuit shook me. “Look at me. Look at me, Victoria.”

I slowly focused on his eyes.

“I will make sure that doesn’t happen.” He said, clearly. “But we need to leave. Right now. Do you understand?”

“We need to leave.” I repeated, feeling cold.

“Yes.” He said, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders. “Breathe slowly. Nice deep breaths. We need to go home now. Do you trust me?”

I did as I was told and I let him lead me out of the airport, away from my only family.

“I trust you.”

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Victoria : “COMMENTS for MY BABY SISTER.” ;