Amaia pov.

“...and be a good girl.”

I rolled my eyes at him and scoffed at Creamy. He’s becoming annoying, he’s always been annoying since the very first moment we met. What can I do? I’m stuck with him.

“Wait!” I yelled. He stopped, his hand was already on the door handle.

“What was that used on me, the plan B, it made me weak.”

“We’re still working on it. Someone made it happen, his life is in it.”

“Someone gave his life?”

He nodded.

“For me?” I asked again.

“Someone that wants you to live a very long happy life sparking as you are.”

And he left, leaving me...