Decide if you hate her or not

Chapter 55| Decide if you hate her or not

"Disturbing you like this. I know just how much you might need your sleep yet you stayed up late to care for her," his eyes were drawn to Kimberly whose eyes were closed in blissful peace and obliviousness.

"Why thank me? She is my chosen after all. I should be the one thanking you for entertaining her all this while,"

Saif spared him a surprised glance, "Entertaining? I've not been entertaining Kimberly, she is my friend and I love spending time with her. At least I'm sure about that," he directed a glare at Tristan, "But you need to make up your mind already. Indecisiveness doesn't look good on you. You should decide if you hate her or not because your confusion is making me lightheaded," Saif mumbled even as he walked towards the bed where Kimberly laid and sat beside her, his hand removing a stray curl of her hair that had escaped the messy bun he had made earlier from her face.

Tristan looked away not understanding the stifling urge to snap Saif's hand from its joint just because of that simple contact though he looked away knowing that at that moment whatever bond Saif and Kimberly shared was strong, fierce, and looking just made him realize how much of a stranger he was being to his brother. She was taking him away from him.

He closed his eyes, Saif was right, he really needed sleep and hopefully, his sanity back to banish the strange thoughts and feelings conjuring inside of him.

"You know most times, I just want to take her back," Saif whispered, his finger grazing her cheek, "I want to take her back to where she really belongs, where she was happy and content," he chuckled a bit, "Where there was no one pointing a finger at her and thought she was capable of tearing down an entire empire because she was Human. Where she was loved and accepted. Back to her people, her roots," He met Tristan's gaze, "And then I see her face the next morning, notice her sly grin and realize I just might not be ready to say goodbye. Even though not saying goodbye means letting her marry a bastard that doesn't deserve her like yourself."

"This Bastard don't want her so she is free to go back to this so-called roots of hers," Tristan whispered under his breath sarcastically but going by the glare Saif gave him, he heard him.

"She doesn't deserve this Tristan. Your mother's spite, your distrust. All this," he gulped looking away, "Sometimes I regret switching the petals that day. I have a feeling she just might be happier with the demons. As Satan's grand son's chosen rather than with you,"

Tristan's eyes widened even as he sat up, "What is wrong with you? You know there are no stones here. Anyone might overhear."

"I'm past caring," Saif muttered, "I thought you were infatuated with her, I thought you liked her."

"You didn't give a shit about her then, Saif. She was just another human amongst the rest." Tristan gave him an accusing glance, feeling the need to remind him especially as he painted him as the devil and the only thing missing was a horn in his drawing to finish off his classical look.

"But now I do. I give two shots and a fuck about her and I regret that I was one of the reasons why she is suffering here now, with you. With us." He pursed his lips, "There just might have been a possibility that the devil's grandson might have treated her well and she just might have fallen in love with him and__"

"She might have been killed too. Have you forgotten that her petals__" Tristan paused not believing what he was about to reveal when he was very much aware of how easy it was for them to be overheard.

Saif raised his brow at him, "Who would have killed her?" He blew out an exasperated sigh, "Elena. Your godmother?" the way he emphasized the word mother made Tristan narrow his eyes at him, wondering what he was implying, "Is that why you had asked for her petals to be swapped? Was that it?"

Tristan didn't reply knowing he couldn't disclose the real reason why he had been interested in having Kimberly as his chosen to Saif. At least not now.

"At least it was clear that back then I didn't care about her, but you, you were a different case although. You did everything you could to make sure she was comfortable while she was asleep and immediately she woke up you turned into an enemy. She is unconscious, we are back to the vicious cycle once again." He glanced suspiciously at his brother, "What manner of game are you playing? What the fuck is happening and what do you stand to achieve by acting dickhead to her when she is conscious and angel when she can't see you,"

"Language, Saif," Tristan admonish.

"No way! I'll speak however I want and whenever I want? Is this one of Abba's cheap tricks? Is this a way or a new trick to ensnare her?"

"Saif," Tristan started warningly wondering how fast they had gone from communicating to flinging words at each other.

"Tristan," Saif retorted meeting his gaze, "I feel like I don't know you anymore, these days."

"These days or since this human arrived? How can you expect me to trust a person that had put a wedge between us ever since she came into existence in this palace? How do you expect me to treat her nicely and smile at her."

"Smile?" Saif scoffed, "I doubt you know how to produce a real one anymore. Well except it is one that Abba approves as courteous and dignified," he finished with a slight imitation of his father.

"Saif because I have my reservation about the human doesn't mean I'm her enemy or I should turn the other side or not proffer solution when I'm in the very position to do that since she was unconscious some minutes ago."

"Reservation?" His lips curled into a malicious smirk, "Your disdain for her screams at me atimes, the words you hurl at her makes my tummy flop and that piques my curiosity to know how you'll act around her if this was just because you had your reservations if she confirms your suspicions and turns an enemy."

"How did she fall unconscious?" Tristan's eyes were now on Kimberly whose eyes were fluttering, hands thrashing on the bed ignoring Saif's sarcastic retort knowing it would never end if he indulges him in what might turn out to be a never-ending tryst.

Saif's eyes widened as he noticed her once peaceful face now troubled as she twisted and turned, while he wondered if he should wake her up or let her suffer through whatever horrendous nightmare she was facing.

"Let her be," Tristan muttered, making his decision making process easy.