DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN



Melinda stepped off her bed, pushing away the covers and getting on her feet, did a few stretches in the dim room, and then moved towards where the windows were and pulled away the curtains, letting light into the room.

"Alexa, play some music," she called out to the home assistant system, hoping it still functioned by voice recognition as she glanced out at the city below, but there was no response from the home assistant system.

At this point, she was very sure that something was wrong with the home assistance system, but she couldn't for the life of her determine what it was, and since she couldn't, she decided to leave the job of figuring out what was wrong with the home assistance system for later.

She pushed that to the back of her mind along with the other composure-scattering occurrences and made her way out of the bedroom hoping to get a cup of tea and some breakfast so she could get on with her day as she would have a lot to do, but upon reaching the kitchen she received a huge shock.

Sitting on the counter, with a cup of tea in front of him and what looked like French toast on a plate, was the last man she wanted to see right now... Davies Lake.

"See who decided to wake up," he said with a smirk as he pushed a bit of his white hair away from his eyes, fully exposing the handsome face that was enough to make any woman swoon and admit that he looked better than their other half whoever said other half was.

"Davies...?" she muttered in shock, feeling all the composure that she had managed to build up slipping away fast, but did her best to control her breathing and asked a very important question. 

"How did you even get in here?"

"Does that matter?" Davies replied, trying to brush it off as he didn't see the point in answering that question, but Melinda wasn't having it.

"I think it does..."

"This is one of the most secure places you can find in this city, and for you to be here matters quite a bit," Melinda shot back, wanting to take the lead in the conversation. 

Whenever she spoke with Davies, it was always him leading the conversation and directing the conversation in whatever direction he wished, which went against her strong woman persona. 

It was also one of the reasons why he was able to get her emotions in turmoil easily, and she couldn't have that.

Also, she was trying to avoid the conversation moving towards what had happened the night before even though it was inevitable and they would still have to talk about it, but for now, she was doing her best to avoid it...

Of course, Davies didn't know that and instead thought Melinda was simply very curious about how he got in.

"I mean... I didn't come in through the door if that's what you're wondering about," he replied.

"So... How did you get in?" Melinda pressed on.

"I refuse to believe that you went through all the guards and detectors and all that, especially if you didn't come in from the door..." she elaborated.

"What makes you refuse to believe that?" Davies asked with an intrigued smile.

"..." Melinda had to pause and stare hard at Davies in amazement before replying,

"We're four hundred meters above the ground right now, where else could you have come from?"

"The window?" she snorted.

"Well... yeah," Davies replied after a slight pause with a surprised look.

"..."

"You can't be serious..." Melinda couldn't believe her ears.

"Uh, yeah... I did come through the window..." 

"That window..." he said and pointed to an open window that led to nowhere but open air. 

"How? Where..." Melinda looked in the direction of the open window with a dumbfounded look on her face and was asking questions when her mouth was suddenly stuffed with something. 

"Mmphhh!" her eyes widened in surprise and her hands reflexively moved to try to push out the foreign object that had just been stuffed into her mouth, but they were held back by Davies.

"Enough small talk, eat something..." Davies said while taking his hand away from the French toast that he had just stuffed in her mouth.

Seeing that it was just French toast that had been put in her mouth, she bit down, not having the slightest apprehension or suspicion that he could be trying to poison her.

If he really wanted her dead, then he wouldn't have saved her life the day before in the first place.

"Hmmm?" her eyes brightened and widened upon tasting the bread.

"It's good..." She was surprised by the delicious taste of the piece of bread. It was even better tasting than the food in some famous restaurants she had been to.

She even took a deep look at the bread to check what type of bread he had used, but it looked like the normal average bread one could see in any normal bakery. 

But she didn't have bread in her house, so Davies had probably brought it along with him.

'Did he come in through the window with bread?' she was more than amused by the thought.

"Of course it's good, I made it," Davies answered her previous statement with a confident smirk.

It would have been a waste of lifetimes if he didn't learn to cook, especially since it was a very useful tool for survival, as well as for picking up the ladies.

Davies went back to the seat by the counter and sat down before picking up the cup of tea and gesturing for Melinda to seat at a seat just behind him which also had a cup of tea and some toast on a plate set before it.

"We have to talk," Davies said with a serious tone as he brought the duo of tea to his lips.

Melinda immediately understood that the situation had turned serious and slowly moved to the seat that Davies had pointed at while chewing on the bread and not making any other sounds.

Normally, she was a very strong woman who wouldn't take orders from anybody... An Alpha female, for a lack of better term, but the emotional turmoil she was feeling, as well as the naturally suppressive aura roiling off of Davies made her sit down and shut up.

She sat down and started eating the French toast that was on the plate, not bothering to ask who it was for, as the answer to that question was pretty obvious. 

"I have reasons to believe that you were the target of yesterday's poison incident... Which probably doesn't make much sense since I was the one who was shot at first, but let's not focus on that," Davies began to speak.

"So... Who could be after your life...?" 

Melinda wasn't surprised that Davies was interested in who had tried to end him, but she was surprised by his conclusion of how she was the target, which as he said, didn't make sense.

"What made you come to that conclusion...?" she asked curiously, ignoring his question for now.

"How I came to this conclusion, huh...?"

"Well, let's say it's an intuition," he said truthfully, because no matter what he thought or derived from his thoughts about the situation, the fact remained that he hadn't confirmed anything, so it was still all just a guess at this point. 

"... Also, the reason why I'm not starting to look for suspects from my side is because there are too many people who would try to do something like that to me, so I figured I'd start with you since you definitely have lesser enemies than I do," Davies explained his thoughts. 

"Oh..." Melinda's eyes widened in realization because no matter how morbid what he had just said sounded... It was the obvious truth of the situation.

If he had decided to begin looking for the culprit among his enemies, he'd probably not be able to determine who the culprit was, but since she was also a target, then looking at her enemies would be a good place to start.

"Think about it..."

"Who would have the means to do such a thing, as well as the guts to actually go through with trying to kill both the Flaming Winged Enchantress, as well as the Yorkshire city's genius, while they were on the property of one of the four great families of Yorkshire city," Davies continued speaking, oblivious to her thoughts.

"..."

"... Now that you mention it, there really aren't many people who could manage to accomplish that..."

"... Most people wouldn't even dare to have such a thought as soon as those terms are mentioned," Melinda muttered, her brain cogs turning at high speed as she thought something up.

"It's either one of the four great families because while I don't have a bad relationship with them, I can't rule them out,"

"Or it could be someone totally crazy and skilled enough to carry out such a task,"

"Or... It could be someone else with as much influence and power as the four great families in Yorkshire City... "

Suddenly her eyes widened with a sudden thought,

"It could be them?"