Chapter 200

200-Broken Trust “Enya! What do we do now?” Lazlo was just standing by the side and not helping at all. I get it. He was panicking, but we needed to rush to get him help.

“Okay! Wait!” I took a deep breath in and forced Zander out of the bed to sit him down on the floor.

“Christina has his medicines,” I uttered, snapping my fingers and getting up to sprint back to the room to get the small bag with his medicines inside.

“Hurry up! Enya, hurry up!” I was talking to myself hesitantly while looking for the bag. Once I got my hands on it, I went back to the room and sat down to open it.

“Th––is!” He faintly pointed at the bottle containing some mixture. So she was injecting this into his body. I saw the torn tag on the bottle before I could have even filled it in the injection.

“Are you sure she gives you this?” I just lost it. I asked him, my breathing slowing down while holding the bottle as he nodded.

“Enya! Just inject it in him,” Lazlo yelled out of desperation. Zander was turning blue from the lack of oxygen. But I would not inject this thing into him.

“It is poison!” I finally snapped at Lazlo for forcing me to do. He stepped back and met the wall while Zander started coughing some more blood.

“W–hat?” Lazlo wasn‘t even loud anymore. His body seemed to have forgotten to react to the announcement.

“Zander!” I shoved the medicine back in the bag and made Zander straighten his back. I cupped his face in his hands and made him listen to me.

“You are fine, okay?” I said, using the heat from my hands to warm up his cold body. He was fighting to free his face to fight for air, but I wasn’t letting him go.

It wasn‘t easy, but I needed to help him with my magic.

“Zander! Look me in the eye,” I requested, and I noticed his body forcing him to obey me. The moment he stared me in the eye, I felt a tear run down my palms.

“Breathe!” I whispered, closing my eyes and trying whatever I could to comfort him for now. If only he survives this moment, I can tell him to not take any medicines from his sister again.

That‘s when his body calmed down.

“Slow breath first!” I said, and he repeated it after me. I found him tearing up and letting out a miserable whimper before he held in the pain and focused on feeling better.

Soon, I had calmed him down.

“Thank you,” he uttered as he rested his head back and let the tears fall freely down his cheeks.

“Why is your sister feeding you poison?” Lazlo, who had been waiting for him to calm down, jumped on him for answers.

“She is not,” Zander said, changing his tone when he reached for the bag and shoved the medicine inside again.

“What are you doing? We need to expose her for this,” I argued when he zipped the bag tightly and got up to walk all the way to the other room to put it back in her bag. Lazlo and I frowned at him.

“She is not killing me, okay? She gi––ves me the poison, but then she gives me the cure too.” The fact that he was so delusional, that he wasn‘t seeing how fucked up it was, made my heart ache for him.

“Zander!” I sighed.

“What? She just cares a lot for me. I guess she doesn‘t want to lose me.” The tears leaving his eyes were a sign that he was only fooling himself with those lies. Imagine the only person you have loved and trusted the most is the same person who is poisoning you. It will hurt.

“Hey! Stop looking at me like that. She cares about me,” he yelled in tears. I felt bad for him. I reckoned his wolf was hurting, but I didn‘t want to do anything that would hurt Thiago later on.

“Let‘s take you back to your room and clean up before anybody else sees it,” Lazlo broke the awkward silence and suggested help. We walked him back to the room, and while Lazlo grabbed the sheet to take it to the bathroom, I stood outside with Zander.

He was trying to take off his shirt, but his muscles were sore; I fathomed. He would stop and pull his shirt down again every time it pained to raise his hands.

“Here! Let me help you with this.” Without thinking too much into it, I stepped forward and pulled his shirt off him. I noticed him staring into my eyes, but I felt nothing.

However, I didn‘t know until I heard Christina‘s voice that we were being watched.

“Hey! Back away from my brother.” Christina didn‘t even give me a chance to react and pushed me away from her brother.

“Christina! She was only trying to help me.” This would be the first time that Zander openly spoke up against her. She turned to me, only to glare at me.

As I pushed to the side, the person supporting me was Thiago.

I ignored the two because now I had to pay attention to myself. He looked lost when he saw me here.

“Thiago! He threw up so–” I tried to speak to him, but he held my hand and walked me out of the room instead.

“Thiago, listen to me,” once we stopped in the hallway. I requested he gives me a chance to explain myself to him.

“Listen what? I saw you fucking help him take off his shirt. Enya! Have I not told you I don‘t like Zander? Have I not asked you to stay away from him?” It had been so long that he looked angry with me.

“I can explain. He was feeling extremely sick, so—–“I was now feeling the hesitation in my body. He watched me take off Zander‘s shirt. And he had all the right to be upset with me.

“Lazlo was there, then why did you take off his shirt?” He grunted as he lowered his gaze and tightened his fists.