Myra
I wiped away my tears hurriedly even though I knew he had seen everything. I straightened and looked at him square in the eyes, my jaw set. "Welcome back my Lord", I greeted with a short bow. He did not move from his position, he was observing me. I clenched my fists. The weight of his stare was too much for me to bear at the moment. I turned away and stomped to the cupboard. I sifted through the clothes idly because there was absolutely nothing else for me to do in the room to avoid his gaze.
"Why were you crying?" his voice was nearer, he had definitely entered further into the room. He gave him a cold shoulder. It was almost noon and my dear husband just wishes to saunter into the room and ask me why I was crying. Ridiculous.
"That is none of your concern, my Lord", I answered through clenched teeth as my hold on an evening dress tightened."Loosen your hold, my lady", he murmured right beside my ears and I stood dumbfounded as his cold fingers brushed against mine as he loosed my hold on the dress and retracted his hand. That jolted me out of my stupor.
I whirled to the side, he was on my left and he was standing close, far to close for my liking. My eyes locked with his, his eyes scrutinized me, his lips were turned downwards as if he was worried about my well-being. for a moment I deluded myself to believe that indeed he was worried but then his lips curved into a smirk and he asked, "Were you worried when you found out that I was not in the Manor?"
I gaped at him. How did he discern the fact? His smirk turned into a full-blown grin and his eyes which held not even a few moments ago now gleamed with mischief. This annoyed me to no end. I took a few steps back to create some distance between us. This man did nothing but infuriate me from yesterday.
I crossed my arms, "What if I was? Keep this in mind, I am not someone to just accept your ill doings. I will not endure or tolerate you being unfaithful to me", I jabbed my fingers at him, glaring and wishing to smack that grin off his face.
"You are a spitfire", he murmured, "Interesting". Then moved onto open his part of the closet and began removing his neckerchief and coat. This was not what he wore last night...my mind started chalking different scenarios.
"Where were you?" I queried. "Went to visit a friend", he replied, no more no less. "Why did my family leave the place without saying so much as a goodbye to me?" I waited for him to respond with 'because I said so' but I was taken aback when he halted in the process of taking out a fresh shirt. He frowned and asked, "Did they?"
"Yes. They did", I replied curtly.
"Did you tell them anything?" I inquired because if not him then they would not leave, not in this way.
But again to my surprise he shook his head, "I would never do so", then he turned towards me and said more sincerely, "Believe my Lady, I would never deprive you of such a thing".
I was in a fix. On the one hand, I wanted to believe him but on the other hand, I questioned myself, wouldn't Harmony wish to meet me one last time before going back? Did my father not want to meet me anymore? Maybe he was the one who forced Harmony to go with him without saying farewell.
"Don't be sad", sincerity dripped from every word. I pursed my lips but said nothing. I wanted to leave the chamber and go elsewhere, somewhere I could think. Somewhere that would give me some peace. I missed my family dearly but the thought of them not wanting to meet me pained me to no end.
"Let's go and have lunch together, shall we?" he suddenly offered. I nodded. The subject about him taking a mistress was yet to be broached. Damian changed behind the screen before leaving me to get dressed. Alice came in shortly. We ate our lunch in silence. I blushed when I met Bastian again and remembered my embarrassing question. Even if Damian noticed, he did not say anything.
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"I wish to sleep in another chamber", I informed him. We were in our chamber again or rather 'his' chamber. I cannot accept the fact that my husband will be unfaithful and I will have to endure it. Since I will not be able to break the marriage, I can only change rooms.
Damian chuckled lightly, "Oh?" I fumed at his nonchalance. "Yes", I said angrily, "And you...will take a mistress anyway", my voice trembled with anger.
He raised an eyebrow. "You think...I will keep a mistress? my lady?" he asked me, slowly and carefully. I glared at him in response. He was sitting on the bed but when he heard my accusation he got up. His eyes had a predatory glint and his lips displayed that obnoxious smirk. I somehow felt trapped but I could not escape, his eyes had the power to make anyone stop and stare and drown in those twin black cesspools.
"You overthink my dear", his honeyed voice made me shiver. He caressed my face with one hand, the touch so soft that I would have barely felt it had it not been so cold. I shuddered and closed my eyes, exhaling slowly.
"So beautiful", he murmured, cupping my face with both hands, I did not resist. He murmured again, "You can rest assured that I will remain faithful to you. And...don't worry about me taking away your innocence", I opened my eyes, my brows furrowing, he grinned, "I have something for you. A wedding gift".
This intrigued me. Him, giving me a gift? He, who is said to be incapable of showing affection to anyone.
He strode to the closet and took out a small box. He came back to me and offered it, "Open it". I took the box hesitantly, warily opening it. I gasped at the content. In it sat a beautiful silver ring with a sapphire adorning it. I glanced up, "This? It is so expensive. And...and silver? Silver isn't-" but I could not finish talking as Damian shushed me by placing a finger on my lips.
"This is a gift. Accept it my dear and I had it made with silver purposely. When you wear, neither I nor any other of my kind will be able to touch you", his eyes were kind, his tone was gentle yet serious. My eyes widened.
He would go so far to ensure my safety? I felt overwhelmed. I lowered my gaze to avoid showing my unshed tears. "Thank you. It is beautiful", I said truthfully.
"Will you now stay with me in my chamber since your chastity is safe now?" he teased. I feigned a glare but nonetheless went and sat on the bed.
"Will you put it on my finger?" I asked reluctantly. My eyes fixed on my lap. "My pleasure", came the answer. He kneeled in front of me as I held out my hand. He looked at the ring as if contemplating something, then I realized and stopped him from suffering due to coming in contact with the silver, "Wait don't hold it with your fingers. Here", I took out my handkerchief and offered it to him.
He was looking at me intently which made me blush. He chuckled, "My lady. You indeed know very little about our kind", he shook his head which made my cheeks heat up even more.
"If it had been that easy to deal with silver. Then wouldn't our Kind become invincible?" he smiled not unkindly. "Oh, then I can-" but he interrupted me again. "No. Let me. Please". He touched the metal hissing when it came into contact with his skin. To my horror, I saw the skin turn red. He put it on my ring finger and snatched away his hand immediately.
Was what people said really true? Was he really incapable of showing kindness and affection? This, what he did could not be dismissed as simply showering gifts on his wife as an apology. No. But then, why would he show such affection towards me? I smiled anyway. Even though it came from a stranger who is now my husband, it felt nice. I felt a little happy.
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Damian My threat had its desired effect. She paled, her eyes turned fearful as she staggered back, as if he was about to attack her. "Who-who told you such lies?! I have one no such thing!" My gaze did not waver, but hers averted. Her clenched fists shook with anger. Myra's grip on my arm tightened. "If you haven't then why aren't you looking me in the eye?" I asked. "For all this time, I have been dwelling on grief and guilt. I have regretted nothing more than the heinous act I had committed. Do you know how many nights? Have roamed the woods, unable to find peace anywhere? How I segregated myself from the lot so that I wouldn't have to face something like that again? Do you?" My voice had risen several octaves with each unanswered question, which is why the silence that followed felt jarring. "I..." she seemed o be at a loss for words. I could see how her lips had thinned, how her cheeks had paled and how her jaw had tightened.
DamianRage engulfed every vein in my body. How dare he? I lived with the guilt of killing a dear friend for as long as I could remember, and now, he is telling me that he manipulated me to do so? that I was made to kill someone? Before I knew it, I was charging towards him. I watched as Connor's. eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he retaliated. I punched his face before he could make the first move, after all, I was the Nocturnal between the two. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Greyson approaching. But before he could take any further steps, Myra attacked him. I couldn't help, but smirk, feeling proud o my mate for acting quickly.I barely managed to dodge the spell that was directed at me. But Andrew deflected it with a spell of his own. I watched Myra clearly having the upper hand in the fight. Hybrids were strong like that. However, her moves were a bit sluggish. I twisted his arm, relishing the howl that ripped out from his mo
Myra My eyes darted towards Nora, who had stiffened as well. Her body language conveyed that it was not Connor, and I didn't know whether to be happy about it. And it was then that his scent wafted into my nostrils. Damian. Dread and happiness amalgamated inside me, coiling and wounding around my dead heart. Nora rushed to the door. I couldn't move an inch, even if I wanted to. "Please, no!" I shouted, but she was out of the door. I tried to rankle the binds but only managed to get nicked by the dagger. It burned the area. I hissed in pain and backed away. I feared the worst because I didn't what Nora could do. The urge to cry increased. But that would be fruitless, given how I wouldn't be able to cry anymore. The burn on my neck did not even seem to bother me now. I eagerly stared at the doorway, and then I felt myself sag in the chair with relief when Damian entered through the door. Andrew followed him in. My mate's eyes
Damian"Sire, I beg you to calm down," Andrew said placidly after hearing a sickening crack on the wooden table. My anger did not simmer down. All I wanted to do was rip out Connor's throat and send him to his beloved."Did you get any intel?""I... think that she must have been taken to the plague village," he replied carefully. I frowned and stood up from the chair. The living room rarely resembled like one anymore, but I hardly cared for decorum."You mean the abandoned village near Shadowwick?" I asked. Andrew gave a slow nod. "It's a possibility, and I also heard from the night watchers that they had seen a carriage drive in that direction. The occurrence was unfamiliar since hardly anyone goes there and there is no other stop in between.It was highly possible Shadowwick was not far from here. Connor wouldn't dare to venture into the town because he was still being hunted down, even after all these yea
DamianDread coursed through my body as I scanned the entire house. It wasn't even that big, comprising only two floors and an attic. I knew she wasn't here. I couldn't sense her. "Sire, I assume Connor was here. And another person," Andrew said. His voice tight. I clenched my fists. I knew it! I knew he wasn't as honest as he appeared to be. And yet...I threw the nearest thing across the floor. The ornate vase shattered into pieces. "Sire, you must calm down. We need to find Lady Myra." I heard Andrew's tentative tone. He knew my anger could turn ugly and it will when I meet Connor who dared to take my mate."Sire?" Andrew handed me a letter. "I found it on the mantel," he said. I snatched the letter and tore it open. I was certain it was written by Connor.[Dear Raul,If you have not already guessed it, then let me tell you, I have your mate. I must say that she is feisty. Put up quite a fight. But thanks to my slave