“Well, I must make haste, I still have to put the chicken to roast.” Leilani dusted her skirt. She was about to stand when Davina grabbed her hand.
“There’s something else,” Davina said. She had to say it before she came up with another lie. “Sadoc is a Main Predator.”
Leilani furrowed a brow before shaking her head, freeing herself from Davina’s grip and standing, putting a distance between the two. “Davina, please don’t speak nonsense.”
“It’s not nonsense, it’s the truth. He’s a Main Predator.”
“Stop, Davina, this isn’t a joke,” Leilani warned.
“I’m not joking. I saw him with Raven and her Predators just last night,” Davina explained, standing up to meet Leilani’s gaze.
“Seriously, D, stop. You’ve always spoken ill of him. I never paid much attention to the negative comments you make about him and I’m not going to start now.” Leilani waved her off.
“Lani, I’m serious. He’s a dangerous man,” she said.
“You never liked Sadoc for me, and now you’re speaking these lies about him. It is beneath you. Why can’t you ever just be happy for me the way I am for you?” Leilani questioned angrily.
“I never liked him because I chose to see the truth. I don’t believe in delusions like you do. Wake up, Leilani, I’ve always told you that he’s a bad person. He’s using you to get to me!” Davina yelled.
She pursed her lips shut. She shouldn’t be yelling, at least not at Lani. She didn’t want to yell at her best friend, but she wasn’t listening, even if it was for her own good.
Leilani continued to shake her head, not meeting Davina’s eyes, “You’re lying.”
“I’m your best friend, do you think I’m going to lie to you about this?” Davina asked.
“I don’t know what to think about you,” Leilani spat before marching out of the living room and into the kitchen.
“Seriously? Are you really going to choose a man over your own best friend?” Davina shouted.
But she could only hear the shuffling of platters and a few cabinets opening and closing. She scoffed before heading out the front door, making sure to slam it as she stepped outside.
The golden sunset was becoming an indigo hue, so there were little to no Basalans loitering outside of their homes. And she was thankful for it. She wouldn’t have to deal with their condescending and questioning looks.
The leaves beneath her boots crunched before sizzling to ashes while she stomped her way onto the gravel pavement that led to his house. Two green-uniformed servants stood beside the grand doors of Sadoc’s manor. His mansion stood tall and gloomy as she neared it with fierceness. She wasn't intimidated by his riches like the rest of Bellatorm.
His auburn hair popped up from behind one of his many flowery bushes, and Davina marched her way to him. His eyes were glued to a set of lilies, his fingers were gently wrapped around the stem of the flower.
As Davina strode to Sadoc, she made sure to ignite the shrubs that she passed by. Sadoc’s gaze met hers, his eyes widened as he held up his hands.
“Woah, Davina, what are you—”
Davina grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, holding his face close to the violet-enflamed bushes. They roared wildly near to his pale skin.
“Davina!”
“Cut the act, I know you’re working with Raven,” Davina muttered.
Rushed footsteps neared them. “Hey! Get your hands off our master!”
“Tell your servants to back off or I’m going to burn more than just your garden,” she threatened.
Sadoc remained silent with beads of sweat rolling down his temples and to his cheek.
“Do it!” Davina ordered, twisting his arm a little more.
Sadoc groaned. “Stay back! Don’t come near.”
Davina looked back at the twin servants, they held their hands up.