22. Drowning in memories!

Emerald's POV

I was sitting in the garden, and it was a peaceful evening.

Yes! Peaceful because he hasn't threatened me yet, hasn't killed any of my relatives today, so yeah, quiet peaceful. 

I could hear the ocean waves, and the calmness was disturbing because I had nothing to distract me.

Sometimes I look at the piles of skeletons and count them, to make sure that he hasn't added anyone new without me knowing. 

These people lived a luxurious life in a huge palace, but now they are lying there like sacks. Poor things must be uncomfortable. 

The mad king's skeleton is at the bottom, he is carrying the weight of everyone even after death. 

I chuckled when I realised that I am such a bitch to mock the skeletons of my dear relatives, I shouldn't. They died because of me. 

But what can they expect from a woman like me who has no heart? How do I tell Egon that killing my relatives only hurts me temporarily? 

I am an emotionally absent person, thanks to my family. According to them, a Queen should be heartless so here I am.

Egon can only hurt me if he hurts something dear to me, if he wants to break me, then he has to find out my most cherished secret and use it. 

Sooner or later, he will find out, and before that, I need to escape from here. 

"Counting skeletons, Emerald?"

I turned my head with a flinch. 

Fuck, he doesn't even make noise while coming. For a moment, my stomach churned thinking he heard me, but he couldn't. I was talking in my mind. 

"You decide one thing. You want to be a queen who slaughters people or this scary cat..."

He sounded amused but he was just mocking me. 

"I prefer the former, it's fun to punish her."

I looked down as he kept mocking me because I preferred the second one in front of him. My silence gives me less punishment. I have learnt it the hard way. 

I was looking down when he extended both his hands in front of me.  I looked at him, confused.

"Choose one!"

My anxiety flashed back, he is playing another wicket game. For fuck sake, I was trying to sit peacefully, but can he see me like that?

I hesitated, my hands shivering as I tried to touch his hand, utterly confused about what to choose. He can do anything. 

He was staring at me mischievously, enjoying my state. 

I finally touched his right hand and he pulled me to stand. 

"Come!"

What the fuck is he doing now? I froze in my place. Looking at him worriedly. He tightened his hold on my hand, pulled me with him like a dog on a leash. 

I followed him wherever he was taking me, anyway, I can't stop him. He is holding my hand like he used to hold before, it's bringing back so many memories. My body and my reactions differ from his touch. 

My mind says you shouldn't let him touch you because he is going to use it to hurt you. But what do I do with the body which is completely under his spell, it craves him. Goes crazy whenever he touches me. 

My hand was loose on his hand and somehow it held his hand back, just like he was holding it. 

He looked at me with those grey eyes which hold so many questions, and my emerald looked down. 

We both decided to let the silence be unspoken and kept walking. 

He was leading me towards the beach, maybe he wants to drown me. No, he said he won't kill me. But he can change his mind anytime, he is a psycho and I used to love this psycho. 

Not like I am a sane person but I am better than him, that's my opinion.

He led me through the forest, towards the beach. Probably showing me what freedom looks like from afar, I know how wicked his mind can get.

He let go of my hand, and I sat down on the sand. he stood a few feet away from me. Looking at the colours of sunset, his hands were resting in his pockets as always.

No matter how psycho he is, no one can deny that the man is extremely handsome with an alluring voice and an attractive personality. 

I was never so dumb as to be attracted towards my tormentor. 

"Feeling the freedom?"

He asked, still looking at the sky.

I knew it, he just wants me to feel free so he can cage me later. 

"I feel suffocation on beaches, I don't like the feel of it."

I confessed, drawing circles in the sand. 

"Why?"

His head turned towards me. 

"When I was young, I went to Ibiza to my grandmother... Something stung me on the beach and I almost drew myself."

I recalled the day. 

"Almost died."

"Hmm!"

He looked back at the sky. 

There was a silence for a few seconds before he said.

"Go swim."

I looked at him in disbelief.  I just told him that I don't like beaches, and he is ordering me to swim. This man knows how to get on my nerves.

I got up and slid down the straps from my shoulders, letting the dress fall around my feet. He hasn't given me a bikini, so I am just in my underwear; I don't even have a bra on. 

I walked into the water, and it wasn't cold. It was warm. 

Egon watched me as I buried myself in the water up to my neck. Maybe he really wants to drown me. 

I was doing fine until I closed my eyes and memories of that day flashed in front of me. The sting in the foot, the stupid rush to wash it in the water. The large wave and the way I fell and the way the large wave dragged me in, everything went blank.

I didn't realise that I was drowning until large hands wrapped around my waist and lifted me up. 

I opened my eyes, which were burning a bit, breathing was heavy, and my face was on fire. 

I clutched on huge shoulders and looked into his eyes. My bare breast touched his, and heat spread throughout my whole body.

My eyes couldn't move from his lips, the urge to touch them was insane. He might have read my mind, because he lifted his head up. Our lips almost touched, almost! 

But I moved my head away, no matter how attractive this man is, I can't give in. Not when his intention towards me is just revenge. 

He placed me down, not reacting to my rejection. Maybe he also wanted to stop. 

The sexual tension between us was always thick. 

I walked out of the water and realised that the ocean had taken away my dress. I hate the ocean!

I grabbed Egon's shirt which he might have taken off before coming to my rescue. 

He looked at me with wicked eyes as I slid on his shirt but didn't say anything. 

I was buttoning up my shirt when my eyes fell on him again. He was coming out of the water, my world froze seeing how stunning this man is. The orange sunset light was glowing on his wet shoulders, he is so huge and strong. My eyes wandered over his naked chest and then towards the bulge in his pants. Damn, I still remember how huge he is.

"You are drooling."

He snapped me out of my sinful thoughts. 

Fuck, I was really eye fucking him. 

I quickly buttoned up my shirt and followed him. 

"I'll be out tomorrow, I hope you know how to be a good girl by now."

He warned.

"Where are you going?"

I asked which was jumping over the huge tree root.

"Ibiza!"

He smirked.

I froze, fuck! Did I just give him the information about another relative of mine? My stomach churned at his evil smirk.