It’s Funny How Love Starts (IFHLS Book 1)

Lucas let my arms wrap around his strong ones and led me towards the ballroom. I couldn’t help but feel my heart tingle at the feeling of his warm, steady arm.

We halted when we entered the ballroom. Only one corner of the ballroom was cleaned by Cynthia but the rest of the place was filled with glass, debris, and dead hunters. All of our people weren’t dead thanks to my ability but I merely healed them. It wasn’t like I brought them back to life. I only brought back Zane which was already taking a toll on my body from his resurrection.

Lucas stepped two steps in front of me. “You ready?” Lucas looked back at me. What was he doing? I didn’t get to think any farther because all those thoughts simply went away when Lucas flicked his arms in the air and the glass shards and debris scattered on the floor flew towards one direction.

Lucas.

The debris of glass and other debris heeled around Lucas’ arms, following at the slightest movement of his hand.

No wonder the Elders wanted him on their Council so badly. He had the ability to levitate anything at will and seeing how he controlled the dangerous shards of glass made him look deadly. I would be scared if I didn’t know him any better.

Lucas grabbed a trash bag that was already filled by Cynthia and with one hand, directed the fragments and debris into the trash bag. Once the last shard was in the bag, he tied it tightly. He then gently levitated the hunters’ bodies and put them in the back of the woods outside. Once he seemed pleased with his work, he wiped his hands as if he got dirty which of course he didn’t.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“So what do you think?” Lucas asked, looking a little tired. I noticed small beads of sweat appeared on his face. He must’ve used too much of his ability during the battle but I hadn’t noticed since I was occupied myself.

“That’s pretty impressive,” I grinned when he smiled back at me with pride. “The Elders would definitely want you in their Council no matter what the circumstances.” Meaning me.

“I don’t care anymore as long as I have you,” he smiled. “Now I think about it, we never got to dance to one song together.” Before I could tell him how I abhorred dancing, he produced an iPod. “May I?” he asked, holding out one of the earpiece.

“I don’t like dancing. I’m quite clumsy,” I said, blushing.

“Do you not trust me Alexia?” he asked in a sexy tone and raised an eyebrow. God, he was so intriguing.

I eventually let him put the earpiece in my ear and a soft melody came from the iPod. I recognized the piece fast. Mom always put it on when Zane and I were kids. It was Last Carnival, a soft but mysterious song. The piano part started off with the violin coming in gracefully afterwards.

Lucas put his hands on my hips and clasped the other with my hand. At the same time, I placed my free hand on his broad shoulders and we both glided across the clean floor of the ballroom in unison. We were both in sync, both matching each other like a perfect mirror.

I felt like we could go on forever in this moment, dancing together. It seemed funny to think how much I loathed him just a week ago but we’ve gone through so much it seemed like years had passed. We both knew each other’s strength, weaknesses, and shared a sad past of our loved one’s death. He may have not shown much of what he felt towards everything but I felt it through the bond we had. Sadness, confusion, and happiness all into one.

It felt like we danced with the iPod forever until the mysterious but sad ending came along and ended with one last chord. We both held each other’s eyes until reality settled in. I let go of our gaze and he cleared his voice.

“Thank you for the dance,” he said, bowing. His suit was still crisp and clean despite the attack. My dress was salvageable with just a small cut alongside my thigh area where a thin dark red line of dried blood scarred my leg. I shrugged it off. It would heal. It wasn’t the end of the world.

“Thank you,” I replied, curtsying back. He smiled and tugged me into a small embrace.

“Come on, Alexia. I think what you need is a nice long sleep. You’re probably shocked from everything,” Lucas whispered. He was right. I was dead tired and a little dizzy.

It’s kind of hard to act normal with everything that had happened tonight. I was scared and a little afraid that tomorrow I wouldn’t be the same Alexia but a monster like what the Elders thought. Now the Elders treat me with contempt, wanting to kill me but at the same time they need me for healing purposes. Gosh, my life was screwed up. Just thinking about everything had made me feel lightheaded and the small headache that annoyed me started to reveal itself in the most unimaginable painful way.

That was when the dark flashes of broken visions entered my head. I couldn’t make out anything but darkness swarming inside my head. I could tell I was in some kind of room and someone yelling at me to stop. Stop what? I looked around but the darkness kept whispering, tugging at me for attention. Do it. Finish what needs to be done.

“Alexia! Are you OK?” Lucas yelled, snapping me out of the vision.

I could make out his worried face with wrinkles forming on his perfect tanned skin. How much I learned to love and trust it.

Then the world tilted and then everything went dark.