My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

Chapter 22

As I’m lying on my bed, I can’t stop thinking about Adam and what he’d done to my lipstick today. His

lips were smeared with pink, and he didn’t care about it one bit.

What if someone had seen it on him? What if someone really did? I had no idea what

happened after he walked out on me yesterday. It wasn’t precisely invisible, and anyone who

paid a lot of attention to him would have noticed it.

I bury my head against my pillow and don’t bother stopping the girlish scream that leaves

my mouth.

Why did he have to be so damn hot with every single thing that he did? Even his walk was heavenly to

look at.

I grab my notepad from the shelf and pick up a pencil from my desk while putting on my night light.

My fingers moved expertly as I began to draw his face like I’ve done multiple times before. Only this

time, I know exactly what his eyes look like when he’s looking my way. And this time, have something

to smear on his lips; my very own pink lipstick. I feel a shiver down my spine as my mind replays what

he did today over and over again. And what was that smirk he did right after?

It should be a crime for someone to be as good-looking and irresistible as he is.

I swallow and imagine his hands on my body; then I guess the look on his face when I touch him. I feel

a spark traveling up and down my arms; it’s an unusual feeling, something that I haven’t felt before.

Tinhale deeply for a few seconds and then exhale before repeating the steps.

The spark intensifies, and for a quick second, I feel something at the tip of my fingertips. I open my

eyes quickly, but there is nothing there. Did Iimagine that? I stared at my fingers for a few more

minutes, hoping that there would be something there, but like always, there was nothing.

Igroan in frustration and bury my head against the pillows. Would I ever be able to create

fire? Or would I always disappoint people for the rest of my life?

~ADAM

I stare at my hands, I haven’t even brought out the true power in Amiera, and already I can feel myself

grow stronger. It’s just as the books said, just being in her presence alone would increase my power,

just like being in my presence would help awaken hers.

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an empty feeling in my gut. I have been trying to fill that emptiness ever since I knew that it

was there.

I thought that her strength would help feed that lost feeling inside of me. But I was wrong; would it only

be fixed after I reveal her truth to the world? Was that it?

A part of me wanted to keep her to myself and hide her from the rest of the world, but there

was also the dark part of me, the very dark part that wanted to show everyone who she was. For now,

that part of me was winning the battle.

I knew now that I had to let everyone else know what I had learned. They needed to see that she was

the flaming whisperer. And I already knew when was the right time to do it.

The fire fairy festival.

There wasn’t much time left for the festival to begin, which meant that very soon, everyone would know

that Amiera was the one and only flaming whisperer.

I already knew that the teachers wouldn’t want her to participate, and I wasn’t sure if she was willing to

do it either. That’s where I would have to step in.

“Wow,” Ashton says behind me. “Your power is improving.

I take a glance at him and nod, “it has improved, but there is still more work to be done.”

Timmediately notice that there seems to be something off with him tonight, and there are also many

questions in the depths of his eyes.

“I just talked with Lizzie,” he mumbles. “Our entire family did. She wanted to talk to us because she was

concerned for you.”

I snap my mouth shut in annoyance; what mess did Lizzie create now? “She claimed that you told her

that you think you’ve found the flaming whisperer.” He tells

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I close my hands, and the black holes disappear so quickly that one would wonder if they’ve even been

there before.

“I said that I wasn’t sure and that I would inform everyone when I had this confirmed,” | answered him

without giving too much information away.

He quirks a brow, “so you’re telling me that this sudden increase in your strength has nothing to do with

you being in the flaming whisperer’s presence?” He asks. “I’m not stupid, Adam, you’ve found her, and

you know who exactly she is. Now I can think of one person that you’ve been extra close with recently.

It was weird to see you protecting her and inviting her

to get her to trust you; it had to be. That’s the only reason that I can think of. So, is it whol think it is?”

I narrow my eyes and shoot him a nasty glare, “when the time is right, I will tell you everything that you

need to know.”

I was surprisingly angry to find out that my brother knew this already. I wasn’t ready for anyone to find

out, but I didn’t exactly hide it well either. I knew that everyone would notice the

moment that I showed Amiera any attention. There was no way for me to hide this truth from

anyone who knew me well.

“Yeah?” Ashton asks. “And when is that? Since when have we started keeping secrets from each

other? I would like to know what the f**k is going on with my brother.”

“Look,” I roar. “I’ll reveal who the flaming whisperer is during the fire fairy festival. You’ll know

everything that you want to find out then.”

Ashton mumbles a few more curse words, but I ignore him. He wasn’t the only one that would want

answers. Lizzie spilled the truth to my entire family; I had more trouble coming my