Kiara's POV I wasn't one to be afraid all the time, especially when there wasn't so much as an idea of a threat hanging around. I'd heard the term that I was fearless quite a couple of times, and honestly, while I thought the expression was one of the best qualities I could ever possess, I wasn't sure I still shared that sentiment, especially in this moment. The ribbon was gone, and it was all because of me. I'd burned it a couple of hours ago, but it still felt like I hadn't done enough. I hated to admit it, but Kael’s visit rattled me more than I would like. I wasn't even sure which was all the more unnerving, the fact that he'd been able to instill such an amount of fear in me without even looking at my face for once, or the fact that his words hit harder than I thought they would. His words had coiled around me the moment he left, and even up until this moment,I could still hear the threat in his voice lingering and echoing in the back of my head. I'd wrapped the ribbon in a
Kiara's POV The silence after Darius left was deafening, and all ot did was make my skin crawl. This wasn't the first time things in my room were quiet, and there wasn't so much as a sound from me for hours,but this one felt different and in a bad way. His scent still clung to the sheets, and even his warmth lingeredin the pillows. I'd kicked against it when he decided we stay in the sheets for a little while, after he'd dismissed one of the council members, but now that he had taken every bit of homey feeling he once shared with me, I couldn't help but miss him. The protective shell he’d wrapped around ne was gone, and without him, the walls felt thinner, and the cold crept into my bones, all whilst threatening to eat me up from the inside. I sat on the edge of the bed, an hour or so after he'd left, my spine taut, and eyes locked on the door like it might burst open at any second. You couldn't blame me. The only reason I was rooted to this spot, was all thanks to Darius' parting
Darius' POV The door slammed behind me, Kiara’s voice still echoing like a brand against my skin. I hadn't stopped moving until I reached the far end of the west wing, where my office stood strong. If there was anything I was grateful for, it was the stone corridors that swallowed sound and the shadows that did their duty when it came to concealing things that were meant to be hidden..The lack of a single sound in my office was all of took to pull me out of my thoughts. I half expected a couple of council members to be in here by now, but I guess their sharp mouths only extended, of couldn't live past their council chambers. I ran a hand through my hair, and my mind must have taken that as some kind of sign to repay everything that had led to this moment. I was still reeling from the adrenaline of giving thrr council members and ultimatum, but the last thing I expected, was to bump into Kiara,packing and trying g to leave again. She must not have trusted the fact that I really
Kiara’s POV I stared at the space in front of me, and despite how focused I was, nothing, absolutely nothing seemed to be changing. The back of my eyes stung, and I was ashamed at the fact that it took me longer to realize why that was happening. I was tearing up, and the worst part? I had no idea why. I blinked back a couple of times, while forcing myself to push back the tears. They didn't cooperate immediately, and instead of letting them fall, I decided to distract myself. My eyes glanced at the walls that looked too much like they were closing in on me, and I swallowed. The clock that was hung high up on the wall ticked back and forth, and even though it bathed the room in a kind of eerie ambience, all I could think of was the limited time I had left here. The more I stared at the place, the more I realized that I didn't really have anything that belonged to me in here. There were no personal effects whatsoever, and I had no idea how that made me feel. A pang of guilt sprea
Darius' POV The council chamber was quiet, too quiet and I hated it. One would think that the silence that echoed all around me would help me think, but all it did was remind me of how furious I was, and how nothing I did to calm my anger seemed to be working. Not a single sound could be heard for miles, and I had no idea if that was a good thing or not. My feet tapped the hard ground occasionally, and even though I was the one responsible for my actions, I hated the rhythm that came with it. I forced myself to glance at the walls and what not. Perhaps, if I engrossed myself in something else asides the fury I planned to unleash, then maybe, just maybe I would feel slightly better. I was wrong. Very very wrong. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, and after holding my breath for as long as I could, I finally allowed myself the chance to breathe. I glanced at my watch, and I didn't bother hiding the scowl that made its way to my face. Why were they taking so long? They
Kiara’s POV I wasn't one that could say I'd been rendered speechless a lot of times, but believe me when I said I just might have broken The record this time. My brain refused to make sense of anything, no matter how hard I tried, and I hated it so much. It was as if the part of my brain that was responsible for making decisions, of at least processing the things that had just happened, had just shut down all of a sudden, and it had everything to do with the man standing in front of me. I raised my eyes, only slightly, and just enough for me to catch a glimpse at the man in front of me. Thanks to the dim glow of the few lights in the hallway that was barely lit up, I had the little opportunity, of checking out what he looked like. He was in a bunch of casual clothes, just a T-shirt and pants that indicated that he might have easily jumped out of important work, simply because he thought he heard something. If he had come here because he heard a little bit of noise, I guess I cou