Chapter 42 YOU ARE MINE

FIRA'S POV

I had no knowledge of how long he laughed at me. I never saw or heard him before with his wide smile and sound of laughter.

He seems pretty good. Crap! All of them are gorgeous. Not because they are royals, but because they have uncontrollable charm plus their personalities can attract women.

"No, Fira." He laughed again before clearing his throat and seriously gazed at me. "We kissed." He whispered. "I kissed her because she was noisy and she didn't want to come with me. I felt like doing that so I can tell her who's superior, who's the master."

"Ahh! You forced her?" The worry across my face.

"Is that what you call?" His expression filled with worry, the same as me.

"Yes. If the woman doesn't want the kiss, if she pulled out and slapped you or kicked or punched—everything brutal reaction that means you forced her." I had difficulty lowering my voice because my blabby mouth was not used to that. We were in the library and if the librarian saw us or heard that we were talking loud, she might punish us both.

Even the kings have punishment.

"You mean…" He looked away. "I harassed her?"

"Yes. If she gives you a blow or punch, slap or anything that hurts you."

"She...kissed me back."

My eyes widened, gasping for air. I could feel the pressure between our conversation.

If that is the case, that girl wants him, too. I am not innocent with this thing even though I only recently fell in love with Janus.

"But she slapped me when she realized what happened." He grabbed the pen and played it with his finger. "I still forced her. How can I say my apology?"

"Bring her flowers, chocolates, or anything she wants. Don't kiss her again without permission. Crap! That's bad!" I covered my mouth when my voice was higher.

"I must do that. Thanks, Fira." He massaged his forehead. "I don't know why I'm telling this to you. Possibly because I have no sister to borrow advice about women. I thought I knew many things about that, but when I met her—I realized I was airheaded."

I moved my head from left and right. I held his hand; the gesture of comforting a friend.

"Don't say that. All of us do not know something about love because that is not something to teach or read from the book. It feels by the heart and your heart can teach you the right thing to do."

He smirked sarcastically. "I'm not into love, Fira. Why are you concluding like that?"

"Seriously?" I moved closer and watched the spark of his eyes. "While you stare at me, there's nothing, but when we talk about her. Your eyes tell all the possible feelings you have for that woman."

"Possible." He emphasized that word. "According to the dictionary, possible means capable of becoming true or probably...actuality of what is happening, but no assurance. No clear statement. No proof. Just an accusation."

"You know what? Sometimes don't put your knowledge when your heart is involved. Not all things can be answered by the book or the scope of the details in your mind." I tightened the hold in his hand. "Sometimes you just need to sit, relax and feel your heart. You'll know all the answers in your confusion."

A second of silence, he was just playing with his tongue, rolling in the sidewall of his mouth. I saw the bumping of it in every wall.

"I must go, King Lightning. Think about that." I pinched his hand before I walked out of the library. I left him in his deep thoughts. He would realize that eventually.

I was startled when I reached the outside of the library, Pyro was here. He was staring at me with no expression at all while he was leaning his back on the wall.

"King Fire! I'm looking for you, but I can't see you." I was about to step closer to him, but I stopped when he raised his palm.

"Don't come closer."

"Okay." I was stuttering.

The shiver crawled all over my body when our eyes met. It seemed like he came from a difficult battle to fight his power. The fire was still in his eyes, but it went away when he closed his eyes and opened it again.

"What happened? Are you mad? What makes your power come out?" I stepped forward. He glared at me that made me stuck my feet to where I was standing.

"Can you look at your wrist?" The gritting on his teeth was now visible.

I looked down. I realized that the fire was becoming obvious. It burned the small amount of the cloth covering it.

"You see?" His voice was just soft.

I slowly moved my head from up and down. Even though I did not know why he was emphasizing that thing to me.

My body shook in fear while I watched the expression on his face. He was mad. So mad. That even the sky would kneel on him, just to soften his heart.

I don't know how to handle him in this kind of situation. Last time, I was almost burned by him. Fortunately, the fire stopped from the moment I hugged him. Not all the time I could balance his emotion. Whatever he is thinking, for sure, it is making him angry.

He gazed at me with a sharp eye. I was trying to know why he was acting like that, but I could not find the answer. I wanted to ask him, but I had no capability. He might have felt more rage.

"Said yes...you see." His voice was lower, but the authority was highlighted.

I cleared my throat, even though I did that three times, the passage still dried due to the tension.

"Yes. I saw." My voice cracked.

My chest became heavy and scared. I could not meet his eyes because his stare gave me more dread that possibly when a second passed, I would not handle that.

He left a bit of distance to our body. His mouth went to my ear and whispered. I gasped for air to calm myself.

I could feel his hot breath on my skin. "You. Are. Mine."