His trust was already starting to die out the more he lived in this world, no one could be trusted and that was what he hated the most.


    "Nix, please you have to trust me." Lumina struggled to get free, pleading for a release.


    The more she pleaded the more he increased his hold on her. "Tell me, what were you doing?"


    Tears welled up in her eyes at her inability to break free from his hold. If things kept up, she would be forced to bow to him.


    "I was coerced!" She yelled.


    "Coerced?" He repeated, loosening his grip on her, so she could speak.


    When the feeling of the force had been lifted, she let out a gasp of breath, finally feeling free.


    When she looked up, she was met with an intimidating re from Nix.


    "Don''t think because I let you off the hook, that you are free." He snapped.


    She gulped, finally preparing her mind to spill the truth.


    If she was allowed the option of choosing, she would dly be on his side. But approaching him hasn''t been easy nor does she know him as much as she had known Mr. Zhao.


    "I will talk," she locked eyes with him, "but I want you to know that if I do, you shouldn''t seek justice by your own hands."


    ''What sort of bullshit is she talking about.'' Nix frowned.


    "You should know that there''s no way that I can make such promises." He replied, shaking his head.


    Lumina''s eyes widened in horror, she knew what he had in mind and if he were to find out the truth, it wouldn''t end well.


    "Are you having a change of heart?" He said with a raise of his brow.


    Shaking her head, she could only imagine thest interaction he''s had with Mr. Zhao, there was a high probability that his reaction wouldn''t be all too amodating once he hears her out.


    "My mother is in danger–"


    "Really?" He cut in, feeling irritated by the use of that line. "Are we going with the sick, threatened, or maybe even indebted parent excuse?"


    Lumina''s mouth gaped open a bit at his insensitivity, she couldn''t tell if it was because of hisck of having parents ording to the borate excuse given, or he was just that way.


    "This isn''t what you think, right?" She looked up to him, hoping for some positivity.


    Nixughed at her words, he couldn''t differentiate between what his true feelings were anymore.


    "I suggest youe up with a better excuse," he folded his arms. "I''m listening."


    Tears trickled down her cheek, disturbed by the change in his attitude.


    "Would you please stop crying and give me some answers." He pped his hand, walking in a circle around her for a while.


    Sniff!


    Sniff!


    She wiped off her tears. She couldn''t me anyone but herself for what had happened. All she could have done was decline the offer.


    "It mighte off as a lie or highly improbable and a bit exaggerated but it''s true, okay?" She gave a heads-up.


    "Hmmm..." He rubbed his chin, choosing to go with what she had said.


    "My mom is what I would call mentally challenged..." She paused, having a hard time speaking on the topic.


    "... do you remember my obsession with your shirt at the time?"


    Nix was taken aback by such a question, all he wanted was answers, not some riddles he needed to piece together to form arger picture.


    "You were even more annoying then and carried fewer emotions. Oh! How I miss those days." He replied with a hint of regret.


    ''That''s not the point you jerk!'' She bit on her bottom lip, it was obvious that he was trying to spite her to engage first.


    "Anyways," she shook her head to clear her thoughts so she could concentrate. "I need you to know that was for my brother."


    ''Isn''t that just fate trying to screw us both?'' Nix internally grimaced at the sick reality of things. He had thought he merely only had some sort of connection when he had wanted to use her presence to trick Mr. Zhao.


    "So what if it was your brother''s, that doesn''t help with the reason you were lurking.


    Sweat dropping, she internally cursed at hisck of patience while she yearned to tell him bit by bit.


    "Would you please listen, it''s best this way." She got up from her kneeling position, feeling ufortable speaking to him in such a manner that made it look like she was carrying out a form of worship towards him.


    As she got up, her knees wobbled due to the strain that had been carried out on them previously.


    Nix watched with a curious gaze as she got to her feet, walking backward and sitting on the bed.


    He had been leaning on the wall since he had released his grip on her and wasn''t in any mood of being within the same vicinity as a traitor.


    "My mother is in danger and I was merely brought to the academy because of the rarity of my gift, just like yours." She exined.


    "By danger, what do you mean?" Nix picked on that part of the information.


    Looking out the window, she stared at the sunset, mesmerized by the orange and red hue that delicately colored the blue sky.


    Getting up, she ced her hand on the windowpane, closing her eyes momentarily, thinking deeply about what she was about to reveal.


    "I wasn''t meant to be in the academy. I wanted a simple life free from all of this..." She clenched her hand, bringing it down to her side.


    Turning around, her brows were knitted at the agony she was going through. "I was coerced to be a part of the academy or my mother would suffer a much worse fate than my brother did."


    Her teeth gritted in rage at the thought of what she had heard that day. It was at that point she knew her brother didn''t die a hero as all others thought, but rather he was killed.


    Nix gauged her reaction and bodynguage for a while before he hade to the right conclusion that she was indeed telling the truth.


    "My brother was killed... killed like he was some sort of y toy and I never got to know why!" Lumina spat, tears flowing down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around herself to feel somefort while she shuddered at the memory.


    "Who threatened you?!" He growled, his eyes gleaming once more.