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Stress attacked me like a dagger in my chest. Why is he staring at me? My face heats up like the fire stove at winter.
I wanted to run, shout, but I couldn't. I was as voiceless as Thompson. The sudden urge to run and talk to him and maybe even snatch that damned up book from him strikes through me like a bolt.
My thoughts were blocked when a pair of long, elegant hands cover my eyes. Didn't Naomi leave already? I struggle to get out of her grip.

Why is she so strong?

"Let me go! Nao!" I spit. Finally, she frees me. Thompson slips off my mind. I turn to say a few words at Naomi,

But faced straight at Tyler.

"What are you?!..." he scrambles to cover my mouth in the most bizarre way. He puts on a tight-lip, yet fake smile as he stares into the sea.

"Miss Evans, such a coincidence!" He looses his grip.

"Ah... Tyler..." I flash an unimpressed look at him. "I was looking for you" he suddenly adds.

"To question me? The police department really hates me, doesn't it?" I roll my eyes.

"No" he defends.

I would've never thought I'd talk so freely and informally with him. For once in his lifetime her wore something other than a uniform. His hair was slicked like always; he wore only a cardigan with a plain white shirt underneath.

Without paying attention to Tyler's awkward actions, my mind trains on Thompson; whom was staring at the sea just like his rumored habit. He sat on the sands with his knees crossed and eyes relentlessly staring; he wore the same clothes like before and his back was hunched up, forming the letter 'C'.

He could be crying, or the sea is cursed like him.

"It seems that Creeper Thompson guy is interesting to you?" Tyler raises a brow at me.

"Do I need to ask for your permission when I'm investigating, unlike that damned up police department that did no shit for anyone" I pour my angst into my words, I couldn't believe I talked so harshly at him.

"That's what I'm here for" he supportingly spreads his arms, a smile etched on his face. He is more disgusting by the minute.

Biting my lower lip, I look away. I was upset. I wasn't expecting a Once-Gentleman Officer would be so wicked in his past and on the inside; and worst of all, I had to be the responsible one to see the worst in everyone, My own, Biological, brother included.
My eyes once again turn to Thompson, I'm scared for him, I don't even dare to think about what he's been through. Tyler carefully follows my gaze until his also meets Thompson.

He was launching empty bottles at the sea; his face confident with what he's doing. I keep an eye on his nape to see any signs on it. He did mention about demons having there foreheads being decorated with 'X'. But, all the human members had it on there napes.

They can't show any signs publicly, they have to hide it in there napes.

"Miss Evans, you don't trust me" he states. Only, it wasn't a question, it was a fact, a fact that he probably knew ever since that night I straight up ignored him. "I don't" I agree with him.

"I Would never trust someone that used to be criminal, just like his sister" my eyes sparkle with tears; but my eyes never fall off' Thompson.

"Alissa, What did you find out?" He drops his polite attitude. His face -Alongside his tone- tenses analogously like fire.

"I've found out enough to hate you" I stomp to my feet.

The sudden grab of him on my wrist pushes me back like a drawer. Why is he so damn strong?

He's scared.

Scared that I might blow his cover to everyone, and he'll be off eyes. He's too easy to read, just like an open book.

"Tell me" he demands, His hands boldly gripped on my wrist. "That Naomi prick told you, didn't she?" He snaps, his face scrunched up like a paper ball.

"Shut up" I hiss at him. I never thought we'd ever argue.

I glare at his grasp on my wrist. Following my gaze, his arrogant side falls into an apologetic one, so moody.

"I...I'm sorry" he responds.

"I never trusted two faced people like you"

I storm off, leaving him dumbfounded for the first time. I couldn't give a shit at his voice calling my name anymore. The wind was howling, traveling through my body, sending cold shivers down my spine. My stomach was attacked by those butterflies for the hundredth time; transferring stress into me. I felt nauseous just thinking about what Bennett and detective Thompson could be drawn into.

I Needed to fix things, I had to.