Sapphire's P.O.V
"So... Is my baby treating you well?" Georgia asked, a side of her lip lifting into a smirk. "Mum... Don't call me baby..." Ryder whined.
We were currently in the private dining room having a small family dinner. Cole and Alec were like brothers to him, so they were naturally invited. Or should I say, invited themselves. So far, I haven't touched any of the food in front of me, knowing that I would throw up before it goes down my throat.
"Sure he is. See?" I said sarcastically and gestured to the I'm Ryder's number one fan writing on my forehead. Georgia stifled a laugh while the three infuriating guys smirked their infamous smirks. "Thanks a lot Ryder, people have been giving me weird looks throughout the day." I grumbled, slumping into my seat. "Welcome kitten." Ryder winked. "I said stop calling me kitten." I hissed. "It sounds cute." He shrugged and I gritted my teeth. "Ah... Ryder's father and I used to be like that you know... well, before he got killed by a demon." Georgia sighed, sadness lurking in her words. Somehow, at the word demon, she looked straight at me, her rushed boring into mine. I gulped under her intense gaze.
Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God, Gwen chanted nervously. Stay calm, Drew snorted. I Shut them out before I could get a major headache from their quarrels.
Suddenly, I felt pain shoot through my head. I whimpered, messaging my temples. I took a deep breath and looked up. I blinked once as I saw everyone looking at me with worry and curiosity.
"Sapph, are you... okay?" Ryder hesitated. "What?" A raspy and evil snapped. I looked around astonished to see who spoken. In a minute, Ryder was by my side rubbing my back comfortingly. That's when I noticed, everyone was looking at me with utter confusion and concern. My eyes widened as my mind wrapped around the fact that the voice came from me. "Sapph, do you have a sore throat or something?" Ryder furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, maybe she yelled at you too much for drawing on her forehead." Cole joked, lightening the mood. "I'm okay." I smiled weakly. Georgia looked at me with understanding which scared me. Does she suspect what I am? Does she know what I am?
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