Chapter twenty one

RALPH.

"You think I'm different?"

Yes.

"So, it doesn't matter that I'm Ingrey and that you are Mystics?"

No.

I breathed, processing the situation where she just parted hope for me once again to find out where I stood at my chance with her.

Ralph? Maya called.

My breath itched when I found out she was the one who called my name, she made it sound irreplaceable.

Yes? I answered.

Does it matter to you?

Her inquiry made my heart thump. It stirred me because it felt like she was actually making an allowance for us. The only reason why I pursued my feelings forward was because of the time when I saw her gaze at me while I practiced. My eyes had drifted through the window where I hoped to catch a glimpse of her since I didn't see her after the prevalence and as if the gods heard my prayers. I caught her appearance, but I pretended to not see her watch me with longing–something I also felt each time she was around.