Fake Princess
CHAPTER 105
It felt like the storm was raging for hours, but I knew it only lasted for a few minutes. Little by little the wind disappeared, the rain came down more gently. When no more splinters were blown into the room for a while, Devan finally pushed his body up from above me. At first everything was quiet after the storm, then I heard footsteps running inside the house, the voices of the servants calling out, trying to find everyone.
“ Are you hurt?” ask Devan.
I move my head in a movement that can mean yes or no. Devan himself was covered in tiny incisions all over his exposed skin, and I knew it couldn't look better than him. “ Scratched,” I finally can say. “ And my back hurts from falling. But I don't think anything serious.”
Now Paula's voice beats all the votes. “ We have to go out and get to him,”.
Devan nodded before standing up and reached out to help me get up. The glass stepped on our feet as it turned to observe the circumstances.
My bedroom window was completely shattered, so now on one of my walls there was a huge gaping hole coming out. The branches, leaves, and apparently debris from the nearby house were scattered all over the room. Something hit my coffin to the brink; it spilled in front of him. The rain made everything on the side of the window drenched, including the bed. My hair, I woke up, dripping water, and Devan wiped his face with his hands to get rid of the water, leaving behind blood stains.
I licked my lips and felt the copper-scented blood. “ I think we're lucky.”
“ Lucky,” reset Devan, but his gaze was dark.
We walked out of the room and down the stairs to the main entrance to the living room. There all the inhabitants of Paula's house had gathered, trembling together in a small circle. Paula was kneeling on the floor, her hands working nimbly to tie a bandage to the arm of an injured servant. Paula muttered a few words and a light appeared around her hand enveloping the bandage.
I swung my hands towards my face and arms. “ Only visible to you. Window's broken. I think there's a branch coming through it.” I wouldn't say the window had blown out before the first branch floated into the room. “ But we are fine.”
Paula shook her head, her lips scowled. “ My whole life has never happened. Storms like this. Fortunately the glass windows in my work space only one that broke, otherwise this house will only leave a large crater.”
My body staggered towards Devan, then looked up at him as he touched my shoulder to hold my body. It didn't occur to me what would have happened had the storm struck Paula's study as it did in my bedroom. A crater, my inner self, can get away with trouble easily.
“ Paula,” said Devan, “ What do you think the storm—“
I poked Devan hard enough that he snorted. “ The worst you ever witnessed?” I finished the sentence.
“ Is definitely one of the worst, but I was once on the beach during a wind storm, and it beat this storm in one tier of magicians,”.
Devan glared at me, but did not ask again. However, I know what he is about to say. But if Paula thinks her storm is natural, I won't let Devan make her think otherwise.
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