Chapter 622: How Did You Do That?

(Author’s POV)

"Let me show you to your rooms," Nora gushed. "Let’s go to Wendy’s first." Saying this, she led them to the room Sara had prepared for Wendy.

The moment the door opened, Wendy was left stunned, her mouth agape. She quickly covered it with her hands, her eyes as wide as saucers. "Are you ... kidding me~ ...."

"What~ ... do you not like it? Wendy, say something," Nora asked nervously.

"This. Is. So. Cool," Wendy exclaimed, jumping as she sauntered into the room joyfully. "The interior looks so chic and elegant~ the combination of light blue and cream~ ... just like how I like ..." she chirped, then let out another breathless squeak. "Sis~ ... look at all these art supplies. And those canvases." She clapped her hands in zeal and finished, "Umm~ ... I love every single thing here~ ..." She ran towards Nora and hugged her like a giant bear.

Myra saw the crinkle in Wendy’s eyes and couldn’t help but smile, thinking, ’I guess coming to Kimberg wasn’t such a bad decision.’

"Alright. I’m glad you liked it. Mum and I decorated this on such short notice. So, we had our doubts. Now, wash up and come down, hmm," Nora said, pulling away. After that, she and Myra headed for the latter’s room.

On the way, Nora spoke, hesitant, "Umm~ ... Myra~ ... are you~ ... are you really okay? You, Fabian and Yelena were pretty close. When I heard what happened from Brother Brave, I couldn’t believe it. I never expected something that terrible could happen to such a nice guy like him."

Myra kept silent for a while, then uttered, her voice solemn, "Yeah~ ... none of us could predict that."

"How is Yelena coping? She must be devastated," she inquired.

Myra bit her lip, then said, "She doesn’t know yet."

"WHAT??" Nora halted midstep, looking at Myra in shock.

Myra kept on going, "Yesterday, Mr. Yates senior got into a car accident. He was severely injured. So, the Yates flew him back to Damona. Yelena went back with them."

"WHAT?" Nora shouted again, this time even louder. "An accident? How is he now?" catching up to Myra.

"He is doing alright now, out of danger. Your brother, Alaric~ ... took him to the hospital in time," Myra stated.

Nora let out a breath of relief and mumbled, "Thank goodness that nothing happened to him. I thought he~ .... *wooohh*. Myra looked at her with guilt. ’Nora, if you knew what he did to us. If you knew, he was the reason you were separated from your family for twenty years~ in the first place.... how would you react? No, I can’t let you know; I won’t let you know, ever. You don’t deserve to waste any time or energy on him. After what you have suffered with the Smiths, you deserve a life filled with peace and happiness.’

Finally, they reached her room.

"Same as before. Adjacent to mine," Nora told her, pointing out. Myra nodded and entered. "Ohh~ ... I gotta go. Mum’s calling for me. Yona will be here any minute with your luggage. Freshen up and come to the dining area with Wendy. Toodles." With that, Nora left in a hurry.

Myra saw her back, then shut the door lightly. Her shoulders slumped as she looked around. "I am finally back in this place."

She took of the cloak and set it aside. As if remembering something, she walked towards the bookshelf and started searching. "It isn’t here~ ... not here as well ..." she mumbled to herself. Then the item finally caught her eyes, "There it is~ ..." It was on the topmost shelf. Standing on her tiptoes, she somehow managed to pull it out.

The thing she was looking for was the book that started it all. The book on werewolves’ origin and history. She traced the letters on the hardcover with her fingertips, thinking, ’At that time, I thought it was just a children’s book.’

She finally opened it.

*knock~ knock~ knock~*

"Please come in." Myra was so immersed in reading it that she didn’t even look back.

A sudden clank pulled her senses back as she looked back at the mess. A vase was shattered on the floor, with shards of glass spread across the floor. Yona was standing just a few inches away from it, with her eyes wide and her mouth open.

Myra closed the book, set it on the shelf and walked towards her hurriedly, asking in concern, "Yona~ ... are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

Yona snapped out of it and shook her head, "No, I am fine. But~ ... how did you open that~ ...?"

"Huhh? Open what?" Myra asked, her eyes filled with confusion. Then her eyes landed on the white marbled floor, turning red. She exclaimed, "Yona~ .... you are bleeding."

Yona realised and glanced at her blood-stained hand, the liquid dripping onto the pristine floor. "This is~ ...nothing," she said. "I will~ ... clean this up." Saying this, she bent down, but Myra quickly stopped her. "Leave it there," She then took Yona to the couch. "Sit down."

Rummaging through her backpack, she took out an emergency kit and started treating her wound, her actions careful. Yona gazed at Myra, then at the book; her mind remained on what she had seen earlier. She licked her lips and opened her mouth. "Ms. Miracle~ .... how did you get that book?" she asked cautiously.

"Which one?" Myra asked, not lifting her eyes.

"The one on the desk. How did you get it? How were you able to open it?" Yona pressed.

"It was on the top shelf. I opened it, just like that," Myra answered, her tone casual. "Yona~ ... call me Myra. We are of the same age."

Before Yona could ask more, someone banged open the door, jolting the two.

Dion sniffed the blood-filled air, then looked at the glass shards and the dripping blood staining the marble. Then his eyes landed on the two of them sitting on the couch.

While cleaning the injury, some of Yona’s blood had touched Myra’s hand. He saw that and completely lost it. "What the fuck do you think you are doing, Yona?" he roared, pulling Myra into his arms.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .