Eight

Gillian's POV. 

Something bristles inside of me, tethering between anger and relief. She has a way of getting on my damned nerve. 

"What exactly is your problem with me?" She breathes, what exactly do you want that will make you believe that I'm not what you think I am?" 

I should be the one asking the question. I have never been anybody that made me want to talk too much. In fact I'm considering the fact that I might have lost a whole lot of things in the process and it might not be easy for me to recover it back.

The bond hums again. Ever present, ever wondering if this is the right approach or if there is something else that I need to do to make sure that I don't go mad.

She's the daughter of a traitor.

Her wide eyes blink at mine, carefully engaging me. I'm drawn into their depth and I wonder how long it's going to take before I drown in it. Lucius already knows that I have a weakness and he is willing to explain it the best way he can.

I suffocate her with silence, she's going to learn how to submit. "Don't try to give me the silent treatment because it's not going to work on someone like me!" She vows.

I should take a bow right now because she's not good for my mental health and it's going to cause more complications than necessary. 

"I see, is there anything else you want me to know? Or is this simply because of how you feel? It is not an excuse for bad behavior." I remind her.

She is about to force my hand into doing something that I have vowed never to but I feel compelled. 

"This is one of the reasons people respect people who look like me. We do not allow emotions to cloud a sense of reasoning and I think you should learn that." I quip. 

"I'm sure Mr Alpha that you have other important things to do with your time than to sit here and waste it with someone like me. Isn't that right?" She glares at me. Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

It is going to be hard to convince her that she's going the wrong way and is going to fall into a ditch if she's not being careful but what choice do I have then to be lenient with somebody who has already prepared to be a Thorn in the flesh.

the council of elders are going to have a lengthy discussion all because she has refused to put herself in place

I have never had to wonder about anybody or stress myself out this much because of a woman but she keeps pushing my buttons and expecting that I will not get angry. 

Desiree is an answered prayer but she doesn't understand how much power she holds. I think she's one of those people who has relegated herself to thinking that she is not worth a dime and there's nothing that can change that part of her.

"Come with me to the garden." I reached out.

I have always cracked even the people with the toughest exterior. She's not going to be an exception to that. 

"So you can slaughter me behind the walls?" She asks.

I take a deep breath refusing to give into what she wants from me. back and forth argument that would not produce anything tangible instead more confusion. 

"If you agree to follow me, you might just discover that there is more than what you're currently portraying." I coax. 

So I'm thinking about other things and the gravity of waiting so long, "I don't need anything from you." She spits out angrily, "I don't need your manipulation at all! I need only my freedom and until I get there you are not going to make me forget about the things that I already have!" 

Yelling was an unacceptable thing in my books. "Keep your voice down." 

"You don't get to tell me what to do. The only time that you get to tell me what to do is if and when you follow the right order. you kill my father but you expect me to be too afraid to speak to you?" She fumes.

her anger is no match for mine and I'm sure she knows this but would rather still keep poking me because it will make her feel better. 

"Actually you should be very careful and also thankful that I do not allow my emotions to get the best of me or else you would also be 6 ft under." I dish out my threat carefully.

She laughs, stepping in front of my face and pointing at me. "I would love to see you try and risk ending your own life out of anger." 

My face remains an emotionless mask. "I've never had a problem putting people in their place. You are going to be the least of my worries as long as you remain here. Now do what is required of you or I'll be forced to take drastic measures." I answer.

Nobody dares challenge me except Lucius who even on a bad day knows better than to be in my line of vision or else I'm going to ruin everything concerning him.

She steps back and inspects me from head to toe. "Actually, I see you trying to take charge of the situation when you don't even have the opportunity. I am going to say these ones and I hope that it's enough to send the answers down your brain." 

Her eyes glaze over, an indication that she is seeing something. Worry pools in those depths, glaring at me like my doom is near. 

I tap her hand vigorously, shaking her to the point of no return. "You better get back to me now Desiree." My voice comes out in a frost. 

'Something must give!' my beast pops out of his hibernation, 'do something!' 

I panic, 'Desiree." I drawl, "Come back to me." I say this time with more force than necessary. 

Zero. Zilch. Nada!

'Kiss her!' My beast screams, "she'll respond to the bond."