“I’m sorry,” I tried again after Emrys had finished inspecting my bruised neck, cleaning a few bite marks Jackson’s teeth had left but thankfully everything would probably heal if not by tomorrow the next day; no words were exchanged except the few curses my mate would mutter as he looked at my bruising skin. When Emrys checked my waist and saw finger-like bruises painted there, silver pushed through the grey in his orbs.
"Yeah, I know... I know I should've told someone sooner,""Damn right stupid," Ostana sneezed and blew her nose before talking into her cell phone again. "But, I guess I get it, even if you about gave Emrys a heart attack
"You need to call your mother!" Ostana pushed past me as I opened the front door of the following afternoon, the sky painted orange and shades of deep blue as the November sun began to set, casting its rays through my new neighbourhood like puzzle pieces, and Laker smiled at me as he walked up to the door. A twinge of cigarette drifted off of him.
"Emrys, you have to at least try,"“I suppose,” He groaned as we entered the town I no longer called home and turned towards the school; the past few days were so relaxed, I hardly wanted to leave Star City. In that short pe
“Nobis.” Call ended.
“Of course,” He whispered back, his tongue swiping across his lower lip. “Are you?”I didn’t reply. Instead, I closed my eyes and smashed my lips onto his.
Emrys chuckled the next morning after our night was filled with another round before we both passed out, and upon waking up we decided to take a bath together, and he watched me struggle to get changed into my clothes; playfully I rolled my eyes and flipped him off.
Nonbis, noobie, nowis... What the hell was that word?My eyes scoured the internet, trying to find any word similar to whatever the weird voice spoke to me yesterday, I couldn't help but sigh; ever since Emrys left this morning, my nerves had been biting at me. I double checked all doors were locked, windows too, and went as
"Is it true?" I asked Emrys as I opened his office door, finding him sitting down in his black leather chair desk, phone near his ear and in front of him a stack of papers. His grey orbs met mine as I walked into the office, my brows rising.Ostana was born and raised for that position, how dare Jackson -of all people- were t