My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

Chapter 28
“What did you say?” Sir William asks to confirm his earlier words; even I’m not sure that I heard correctly.
“I will help train her,” Adam announces once more in front of the classroom, speaking
louder this time.
Everyone is shocked by his interference. Why would he offer to train me? None of the elders would feel comfortable with a dark
whisperer training the flaming whisperer.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea...” Sir Williams begins to protest, proving my point.
Adam shoots him a glare, and he shuts his mouth, clearly intimidated by him. “I know more about the flaming whisperer than
anyone inside of here. I’ve read countless books, plus ! think I know how to awaken the fire inside of her. She can’t do this on her
own; she needs me.”
I swallow; I do need him, I don’t want to, but I do. I can’t explain how I know this, but I know that he’s speaking the truth. There is
more to Adam and me, more than anyone knows; I can feel it deep inside. What was I missing? What did no one tell me? There
was a missing piece to this puzzle. It couldn’t be as simple as a flaming whisperer and dark whisperer being each other’s
destruction. I knew that Adam wasn’t the best person out there, but I also knew that he wasn’t that evil; he wouldn’t destroy our
world. How could one person do that on his own? There was so much that I didn’t know, and Adam may be the only one to give
me these answers. Even though I knew that training with him wasn’t the most brilliant idea considering my feelings for him, this
may be the only way for me to awaken my power.
“None of you here believed in her, not even once; you didn’t want her to take part in the festival; some of you still have zero faith
in her. Amiera may have forgotten this, but I haven’t.” He points out; everyone looks down in shame. They should feel ashamed,
contrary to what Adam thinks; I didn’t forget; I just chose not to say anything. I hated confrontations so much; I’ve always felt
safer just avoiding them and moving on with my life.
“Let me help her.” He adds. Of course, no one here would oppose this when they all either feared or worshipped Adam.
Sir Williams sighs, “I’m aware of the fact that you are not looking for my permission; you’ll do it with or without it. This isn’t my
decision to make, but rather, Amiera should be the one to

answer you.”
Adam turns to me and waits for a response. How can anyone say no to him? I mean, just
look at him!
“Okay, I’ll let you train me.”
say yes either.
“I’ll be waiting in the training center for you,” Adam informs me before leaving the room.
The moment that I step outside of the classroom, however, Bryan is right behind me.
“What are you doing, Amiera?” he demands. “Why did you agree to let a dark whisperer train you? And why out of everyone do
you seem to trust Adam the most?”
Ilaugh, “that’s really low coming from you. I’m not about to stand here and listen to your nonsense again, Bryan. I have some
training to get done.”
I walk away from him before he’s given a chance to say more.
Adam was telling the truth earlier; he was one of the few to believe in me, to give me a
chance; he’s also the reason why everyone knows who I am. Why shouldn’t trust him after all
the faith he’s shown in me? When he was the only one to believe that I was the flaming
whisperer, why can’t I be the only one to trust him when he says that he’s going to train me? I
believe that he will also be the one to help me awaken my power; I trust him.
There is just one problem with this, a major problem actually. I’ll have to keep this a secret
from my family. No one out of the classroom can know that Adam’s the one training me.
Somehow, I know that Adam may be the only one to ensure that this happens. He has control over a lot of people. Many will do
as he asks just because they want to please him or because they’re too scared to do otherwise. I’ll need him to do this for me. If
my parents knew that he was training me, they would go up into flames, literally.

When I enter the room, Adam is seated on one of the hundred of chairs, waiting for me. I
walk up to him, and he leans back against the chair to look up at me.
“My family cannot know that you’re the one helping me,” I warn him. “You must make sure that they never find out. For that to
happen, you’ll need to make sure that no one out of our class knows about this.”
He quirks a brow and stands up so that we are now inches apart.
“Is that what you’re truly worried about?” he whispers as he leans into me. I hear myself hiccup and want to curse at my body. I
see the hiccups are finally back to ruin my life.
His eyes zero in on my skirt, “did you wear that to hide my artwork?” he demands.
“What are you talking about?”
“I didn’t mark you for no one to see; I marked you so that every man that came near you would see it and know who put it there.”
He growls.
sounds like a jealous boyfriend right now? Does he even care?
“Why are you doing this?” | ask. “Are you, or are you not in a relationship with Lizzie? I’m
not going to mess around with a man who’s involved with another woman. You caught me off
guard last night; it won’t happen again.”
His jaw clenches, “what Lizzie and I had is in the past. We are just close friends now,
that’s all.”
He doesn’t know it, but his words manage to calm my racing heart. I hadn’t realized that I was holding my breath while waiting for
a response. I didn’t want to think of him and Lizzie
being in a relationship; it would only break my heart. Now I know that it’s not something that I have to worry about... That is if I
can trust his words, however. He can just be telling me this, but why would he lie to me? What would lying to me gain him in
return?

“Are you ready?” he asks me as he steps even closer to me.
Thesitantly nod my head. I’m not exactly ready, but I don’t think that I’ll ever be. He walks behind of me and grips my waist in his
hands. Was this really necessary? I didn’t think that I could think clearly with his hands on me like this.
He leans into me, and his hot breath tickles my neck. “Close your eyes and tell me what
you feel.”
“I don’t think that closing my eyes—,” “Just do it.” He cuts me off.
He pushes my hair to the side and leaves a soft kiss on the side of my neck. I’m immediately filled with a need so strong that I
have to rub my thighs together.
“What do you feel, Amiera?”
What do I feel? How could I bring all of these emotions into words? And does this have anything to do with my power, or does it
have to do with what he does to my body?
“Tell me.” He urges me.
gasp when his hand grips my thigh, exactly where he kissed me yesterday.
“I feel hot, all over. My body feels like it’s surrounded by fire,” I swallow. “A fire that wants to consume us both. A fire that I feel
like you have the power to control. A fire that’s scared to show herself because of what may happen the moment that she does.”
I gasp the moment those words leave my mouth. I wasn’t sure what made me say that; it’s
not something I knew before. Was the fire inside of me scared to be set free? Was it scared of