My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

Chapter 37

I stare at my hands like I don’t even know who they are anymore. I want to go to Adam on

the floor but remind myself that he deserves this. He deserves to be in pain after everything

he’s done to me. He needs to suffer; he needs to bleed for every tear that left my eyes. I wouldn’t let him get away with everything easily. No matter how much it hurts me to see him in pain, I need to be strong and let it happen. I need to constantly remind myself of the pain that he made me feel; it’s the only way to keep doing this.

Adam dusts himself off and lifts himself from the ground. I watch in awe as his wings reveal themselves to all of us; they’re still just as beautiful as the last time I’d seen them. The crowd is looking on with excitement now; they have never seen Adam’s wings before; I was the first and only one to see it until now.(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com) At least I thought I was, but from everything Lizzie had told me, he must have already shown it to her. He wouldn’t keep something like that from her if they told each other everything.

“Is that all you got?” He asks. “I’m still standing, aren’t I? You need to bring me to the ground. Do it. Bring me to the ground Amiera, let me rest at your feet. Don’t wait any longer; this is your chance.”

With that being said, he flies high, even higher than the glass cage. He’s giving us enough space to fight. I follow behind him, focused on providing him precisely what he asked for. This was it, the fight everyone was excited to see. I was sure that no one expected me to make it this far, Adam was the stronger one for now, and everyone knew that.

We face each other in the sky, above the grounds, away from everyone. And then it hits me, something that should have sooner.

This was it, the image I had gotten when he’d kissed me that day inside of the jeep. We were in the sky, both looking powerful. Our wings were out, and we looked like something serious was about to happen. Was I able to see the future when he touched me last time? Even

though that sounds preposterous, that’s the only explanation that I have. I didn’t imagine anything; I know what I saw in that vision. Everything was the same, the clothes we wore, the location, even down to the look on our faces.

“Are we just going to stay here without doing anything?” Adam’s voice brings me back to reality. He was still waiting for a fight, and if a war were what he wanted, I would gladly give it

to him.

“You don’t look like someone that hates me,” he continues to speak, to taunt me. “If you

hated me, you would have finished me off already,”

1 snap my lips together and hit him with one flame after the next. To my horror, he doesn’t bother to dodge any of my attacks; instead, he takes them he lets himself get hurt. Why wasn’t he fighting back? Why was he letting me win?

that isn’t fighting back. I want him to hit me with all he

to me, grabs me by my waist, and pulls me close, his lips are near my ear, and I hate how much my body melts into him,

to trick me just like you’ve done in the past. How can I believe you when you say that you’re not going to fight me? How can I believe you

body shivers from the contact, “you don’t hate me. You love me. I know that you do, your

destroy our world, I wasn’t sure how true that was, but I wasn’t about to take any chances. Everything else she said happened to be accurate, so then how could I doubt

shove him away from me and force more fire out of me. I

angry to care about

“do what you must, Amiera. It has to be done. Don’t delay it any

eyes connect with mine, and I feel a tear roll down my

to hurt him. I know that I said I did, but the truth was that I didn’t. He was

hurt me?

land onto the floor. Adam had already picked himself off the ground and is currently making his way out of the glass stage. It’s hard to watch him go like this. He didn’t try

a fair one.

a hug. “You did

awesome!”

the awesome one. I’m

know that I’ve wanted this for the longest

Bryan announces suddenly. “You’re all invited. We need to celebrate the victory of our

good idea to me. But it was yet another party to celebrate my achievements,

to pick out our outfits!” Abigail squeals with excitement.

Bikini?

on something, it was difficult to convince her out of it. Most likely, I’ll end up wearing what she wants me to. If not for her, I’m sure that my sister would

myself in the mirror with wide eyes. I feel exposed like this; the white bikini is

wear that cover-up?” I ask her while pointing at it in

“come on; we are going to be late. I’m sure everyone is waiting on you, after all, this party celebrates you, no one else. I’m going to get us both there on