Chapter Thirty-Three; That is why
"You realise Dani's been gone a while, rght?" I asked Danny across the room.
"Sorry, what?" he said, looking up at me.
"I said, Dani's been gone a while."
"Oh, she has. I'll go and look for her. I know where that pharmacy is."
He put his book down and got up, hurrying out of the house. I definitely didn't like the look the new girl, Arisa shot after Danny as he left. I managed to suppress the urge to narrow my eyes at her.
"So, you and Danny know each other then?" Arisa asked me from the sofa she and her sire were sat on.
"I practically grew up with him," I answered her.
"You're a royal?" she asked, surprised.
"Just because I was born, does not mean I am a royal," I said sharply.
"No, it doesn't matter, don't worry."
The front door opened and I looked up, expecting it to be Danny bringing back Dani. It was actually Rhys who walked through the door, with Towa headed up the stairs.
"Where's Danny?" Rhys asked, looking around the room.
"He's gone out with Dani," I said, lying smoothly.
"When will they be back?"
"They didn't say."
Rhys nodded. "Can I have a word with you for a moment, Whisper?"
"Why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Come with me and find out," he said, a silent warning in his voice that if I refused he'd make things difficult for me.
I stood up and walked past him into the kitchen. He shut the door behind him.
"What?" I snapped.
"We need to talk," he said quietly.
"About what?" I demanded, my eyes narrowing.
"Towa, mainly." I stiffened at the very mention of his name. "That's my point. I need to know why you hate him so much."
"If you must know, a lycan killed my entire family," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I see. I need you to get on with him. With you behaving like this, I'm very limited as to who I can send out at the same time. I can't send you and Towa because you hate him, I can't send you somewhere without Danny because he's the only one you listen to. We need to sort this out."
"I've always hated lycans, Rhys. Always. Good luck trying to get rid of a lifetime's worth of hatred."
I moved to walk past him but he grabbed my arm.
"That's not all. We need to discuss your lineage," he said in a level voice.
"Why is that important?"
"You're a royal."
"I am not," I hissed.
"Then how come your eyes have a tint of red?"
"I was born of two turned vampires, who both had royals somewhere far down their family trees."
"You were born, and therefore you are a royal."
"No, I'm not, and I'll tell you why: you lot think you're so much better than the rest of us and you were born into a world where everything was provided, and anything was possible; I do not think that, I have never had that, and I have never been taught anything is possible. That is why I am not a royal."
I tore my arm from his grip and pushed past him.