Getting used to being invisible

Chapter 57| Getting used to being invisible

"Hey, open your eyes," a manly husky voice coaxed even as she furrowed her brow searching for the owner of the voice and wondering why he wasn't helping her when he was seeing she was being choked.

"You are safe, Kimberly," she sniffed in confusion not understanding why she was perceiving a woodsy familiar scent that was just manly and nothing fancy underneath the water.

"Come back to me."

She opened her eyes slowly, someone was crouched over her, she noticed with her blurred vision making her sit up so fast as she remembered she didn't have a roommate.

"Let me be," she hoarsely shouted, backing up against the wall as she stretched the pillow which was the first thing her hand laid on in-between them.

She released a sigh of relief when she noticed it was Prince Tristan, even as he raised his brow at her hand. She dropped the pillow, in her defense, that was the first thing she had laid her hand on.

As stupid as it sounded a pillow filled with soft feathers was her first choice of an ideal weapon.

She was safe, she thought to herself again and again. She was with Tristan and she was safe. Wait... Tristan.

Her head whipped to the side so fast Tristan blinked, scared that she might snap her slender neck.

"What are you doing here?" She looked around her, just noticing she was in Tristan's room. Everything was just pale and dark unlike hers with flashy color.

"What am I doing here?" She found herself correcting, her eyes widened in shock.

"You passed out. Saif panicked, brought you here so I could try to resuscitate you."

She covered her exposed legs under his duvet, feeling extremely vulnerable knowing that she had been unconscious in his room, with the very enemy. Oblivious and vulnerable.

He noticed the movement and rolled his eyes.

"Trust me they are just pairs of exposed legs. I have seen better,"

"I know you have." She snapped, glaring him down, "How does this realm work exactly, does one get STDs by talking to an infected individual, if yes I stand a chance of contracting some nasty disease."

"I preferred you when you were almost dead and quiet," he blurted out. Her eyes widened, lips quivered and she looked away.

"Shit," he whispered to himself realizing how insensitive his words had sounded, and looked away.

His eyes clenched tight as he summoned the courage to look at her and noticed tears in her blue pools.

"Why did Saif not take me to my room or his? Why did he bring me here?" She looked away, trying to hide her tear-streaked cheeks but he had seen the first tear fall.

"My room was closer and in your room, you would have been disturbed."

"I'd prefer being disturbed to waking up to your face in a thousand years," she sat up and then placed one leg gingerly on the floor, he knew what she was about to do but was also aware that even though he let her she won't make it past the threshold of his room without falling. She was noticeably weak and he could tell it had nothing to do with fatigue or stress.

It was mental. Her nightmare helped arouse his suspicion that she just might have tried rewaking perhaps old memories that her body had locked out owing to how triggering it was or something similar.

He placed his hand on her leg and she violently shook it off.

"I'd get Saif, please don't leave. He won't be pleased," he mumbled standing up even as Kimberly noticed he was wearing a hoodie top and joggers.

She didn't enquire about his choice of clothing, knowing that he might have gotten it on Earth since he was a regular visitor.

She didn't meet his gaze but relaxed against the bed, a clear indication that she was waiting for him to make good on his declaration and go fetch Saif.

Mumbling something incoherent under his breath that started with ungratefulness and ended with human, he left the room while Kimberly's glance caught on to the duvet on the ground next to his walk-in closet and regardless of how much the words he had hurled at her earlier on had hurt, she found herself smiling, touched by the gesture.

The door was flung open with force and Kimberly almost gasped in alarm even as a relieved Saif threw himself into her arm, "Goddess! I was so worried. Don't scare me like that ever again."

"I won't." She mumbled, a warm giddiness spreading across her chest at his rebuke. She was aware of what the flutter was about, the warm fuzziness of feeling loved and cherished.

Saif effortlessly made her feel that with how vulnerable he had looked in front of her, showing just every emotion he must have experienced while she must have been passed out cold.

Saif was wrong. Though she didn't have magic powers to read minds, she wasn't the only one who was like an open book with no restraints. He was and at that moment she could read all his pages of fear, desperation, the frustration he must have felt.

"I'm fine now," she murmured, "I'm here with you now." She smiled even as his forehead touched hers.

Tristan coughed behind the both of them not used to people forgetting his presence and tired of feeling like he was an intruder walking into a scene he should not have seen in his own room, with his own chosen.

Yes she was his and all her characters reflected on him so to an extent he was responsible for her, he pondered.

Saif smiled even as he put distance between them while Kimberly just glared at Tristan wondering what crawled up his ass and died there, and also wondering if his 'assholistic' attitude was because of how uncomfortable it must have been for a prince used to comfort and luxury to sleep on the floor, then remembering that the night before and since she came he hadn't been sleeping on the floor, yet he have been so rude she scowled at him.

What a royal asshole? she mused, and Saif raised his brow at her amused reminding her he could hear her thoughts while she shrugged.

"Kimberly, what had happened before you passed out?" Saif glanced at Tristan, "He believes that something must have triggered your unconsciousness."

"Kimberly huh? No longer human," she teased, "I thought that was like our thing."

He grinned, "You are making me consider Diane as your name. That could be our new thing."

She shivered jokingly. "I know your father is great and all," she quickly started noticing Tristan's hard stare, "But the name is just not for me."

To this, Tristan didn't give a reply, he just leaned on his closet watching them, knowing that he would have to get used to being invisible to both of them.