“I’ll see you at four o'clock, Mamita!” I bellowed at my grandmother who was clemently watering her garden.
Opening the small wicker basket where I carried my supplies, I double-checked the small first-aid kit: the towel, the white linen, the antiseptic, the needle, and a few apples which are all hidden under a neat white cloth.
"Where have you been going for the past few days?" My grandma asked in a calming voice, but I can sense that suspicion lingered in her tone.
“Huh?” I gave her a breathy chuckle. “Just the regular old days, Mamita! For your good health, I shall be gathering some fresh pears and perhaps a bunch of berries too!”
While tying a bright crimson scarf around my neck, I caught up on the day's headlines from the newspaper my grandmother left on the patio.
A blizzard is on the way.
‘Gosh, I must hurry!’ I told myself. "Adios, Mamita!"
“Cassidy! Wait—”
I bolted out of the castle through our massive wooden door before my grandmother could physically stop me. When both of my feet already reached a distance from our abode, I laughed at her chagrined expression before yelling at me, her voice bouncing on the walls. “A storm is on the horizon. Please return home by four o'clock!"
But I only squared my shoulders as I trekked further. My mother and father have already departed from this world and into the next—dead, in simple terms. Therefore, my grandmother has taken responsibility for me.
I was born here, in Spain. My ancestors who used to live in our castle are now at peace. Their graves are just within the castle’s perimeters. It's huge for the two of us to be living here, but my Mamita and I are quite happily content with the two of us and what we have.
We don’t have neighbors, but I have a lot of pups in our backyard so it wasn’t a problem. And oh, I have another pet to bring home!
A huge yet adorably chubby dog was waiting for me in the cabin. It's a long walk from where we live, but it's the only way I can get to him.
Even though there was a blizzard, I made it to my destination without incident.
As soon as I realized that the huge dog was still alive, I exhaled a frigid breath from my mouth. “God! This freezing weather nearly killed me but I had to come because I know how much you needed my help.” I patted its furry head, “Don't worry, everything will be alright. I’m just right here.”
Smiling, I removed my gloves and put them inside the basket.
Staring at the dog, he didn't show any tail-wagging behavior. His one unblinking eye gazed into my eyes as if telling me I was completely insane for a person to communicate with an animal. With a sigh, I proceeded to my daily routine.
The dog started shaking. I immediately got down on my knees and wrapped a nice, warm blanket around his quivering body. “It's okay, honey. Mommy's here," I crooned, stroking his cheek. I discovered him in the cabin last week. He seemed to be almost dead which made me almost cry. His eyes were bloodshot. Fur covered in blood. And it appeared that his bones had been gravely broken.
Ever since then, I've been making daily trips here to see his injuries. I think his condition has not improved yet. Honestly, my worries are growing as each day passes.
‘You’re always worried about things that are not even yours to worry about,’ my own thoughts warred against me but I set it aside.
After spending an hour tending to his wounds, I decided to venture outside and see if the blizzard had subsided. For my grandma, I selected only the freshest pears left that weren't yet destroyed by the storm. My grandma is the only living relative I have, and I cherish our time together very much. She’s been having colds lately, and I was told by her that pears are enough for her.
Luckily, I managed to return at exactly four in the afternoon. Hence, I didn’t earn another set of scolding from her. We spent our night, like yesterday, eating hazelnut soup for dinner.
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I returned to the cabin the following day in a state of shock and fear.
In a puzzled voice, I voiced to the room. "W-Where... where did he go?" My eyes darted around the deserted cabin as I questioned. The dog is missing.
The injured dog is gone.
“Hey, don’t hide from me please!” my voice croaked, anxiously beckoning him to come out wherever the hell he’s hiding. Is it possible that… he passed away? Oh. God.
No. “No!” I cried.
But if he’s really dead, where’s the corpse?
I set down my basket on the wooden table as my eyes began to water. Then, before I could stop it, trepidation crept in my bones as I beheld what lay there. Who lied there.
It was a man. Lying on it calmly. And it caught me off guard.
“Ah!” I shrieked, slamming my basket right onto his face.
The man's lack of clothing prompted me to shout at the top of my lungs. Nothing covered his naked body. Although I’m already eighteen-years-old, I haven’t seen a raw member in real life.
"Who are you?” I willed my voice to remain unbothered. “What are you doing here?!”
“Stop,” his voice was weak when he uttered a word. He was a large man, yes. His deep-set eyes were a forest-like ember green. His thick lips are lined thinly; his long, curly hair is untidy. And his nose is long and sharp. To be frank, he looks like he could crush me any minute now if he wasn’t wounded.
“Wait a minute…why are you wounded?” It was as if I forgot everything I had seen in front of me and just went straight to let a finger rest on his shoulders.
He’s warm, and muscular. Yet weak.
I took a deep breath and grabbed the needle, thread, and scissors. The man is in critical condition. I just couldn't let him perish even though I don’t freaking know who this is.
“W-What are you… doing… “ he whispered and pushed my arms away, causing the scissor I was holding to fall to the hard wooden floor. I jumped in shock and shot the odd man an angry stare.
“An open wound is on your chest. It must be stitched immediately!”
“I don't give a damn,” the man said firmly. “Just go away!”
“But—”
“I said leave, child! Get out of here!”
“You will die!”
He barked a thunderous laugh that made the hair on my skin rise. “My pleasure, then.” He said before winking unabashedly at me.
Still kneeling in front of him, my mouth hung wide; I was prepared to tie him up in order to treat his wounds. There's a staring competition between us. My breathing becomes labored, and he looks ready to murder me even in this condition from the look of his eyes.
I beseech him with a hushed, "Please... let me just..." and looked straight into his eyes worriedly. And fiercely.
Putting out my arms, I made contact with him. This time, he stood firm. However, my instant reaction upon brushing against his hands was to recoil in horror at the prospect of being electrocuted.
We exchanged unblinking looks at one other. I was sure he felt the same way, but his outward demeanor belied his emotions. “Simply leave those there," he gestured toward the first aid kit next to me.
I shook my head with absolute conviction in my tone. “No, you can’t even raise your arms.”
“Not your concern.”
“Well, yes, it’s mine!” I crossed my arms. “You’re living in my jurisdiction!”
He sneered, smiling mirthlessly towards me. “How old are you? Sixteen?” Then, with a snarl, he cast his gaze to my breasts. Facing the reality that my breasts are underdeveloped, I felt a heat crawl to my cheeks.
I can't believe he dared to say that. Both times he's insulted me today!
When I answered, I felt like I was on the verge of tears. "I just turned eighteen, you idiot!"
“Still young enough to do it.” His jaw shifted, and his gaze averted from me. “And this idiot commands you to leave.” His finger pointed at the door with strength unmatched even in his weak state.
“You don't think I can heal those wounds, do you?”
He nodded his head but didn't meet my gaze. “If we don't give it a go, how will you know?”
He looked at me again. “Leave, kid.”
He emphasized the last word.
“Do not address me as such.” I pointed a finger at his face at the top of my lungs. “I am not a fucking kid!”
My curse made him blink and he bursted into a chuckle. Once, twice. Until he’s laughing his heart out on the wooden surface of the table.
The way he calls me makes me feel like I’m not a lady. And it made me feel utterly insulted, made me feel wholly sick.My mamita once told me during my eighteenth birthday that I look like a lady. That I am now a lady. Any boy or young man would surely fall in love when they see my face and body. But the man in front of me is not a boy. I even doubt if he’s a young man. With that body built, I’m pretty sure every woman in their town lusted over him. That just means…“Don’t make me drag you out of here!” The strange man growled. I saw in the corner of my sight that his eyes were becoming redder and redder, as if he was ready to crush me with just a pair of his eyes. He was growling, snarling. I watch his shoulders move up and down, until I don’t. Frightened, nervous, and overjoyed emotions flood my system, and my heart feels like it would burst from my chest.Instead of saving myself, I asked. “A-Are you okay?” My body retreated as I questioned him. I shouldn't have ask
God, that was awful. I couldn’t stand lying in front of Mamita. Acting and lying in front of my grandmother is too awkward. She knows me well—too well. She knows me more than I know myself. She smirked because of my hysteria. “There could only be someone you meet in these treacherous woods of ours, Cassidy.” She turned towards me, my eyes yielded in shock, betraying me. “Who is it?”I didn’t answer. My blood suddenly boiled because images of the strange man’s blood-soaked body appeared in my mind. Even though his body needed a few stitches, he still looks smoking hot. Seductive. And I couldn’t bear the idea of me being swept away by his appearance.‘Why am I thirsting over him if I loathed him?!’ I cursed my own mind, even my own thoughts are refusing to obey my emotions. “It sure looks like you did,” my mamita whispered when I still did not answer, giving me a look that says she finally found the last piece of a puzzle. “Tell me what happened, then. I couldn’t stand the dolefulne
“Well, you have to listen to me attentively.” His finger pointed to me, firm and bold. “You have to stop coming here. I don’t have plans to have you in my bed anyway.” The way my right hand instantly flew to his face made a clapping sound in the air. But he’s still chuckling.My fist turned into a ball of flaming fury after that, and I saw the redness on my skin as it sting me painfully. His jaw clenched, but there was still the amused face I beheld minutes ago. “I was just helping you and—” I spoke to him in a louder voice now. “I hate you. I hate you so much!” “My pleasure. My name is Zarion by the way.”With that, hot tears pooled down my cheeks and I found myself running away from him. Again. But this time, I know I’m not going back to that cabin anymore. Not after what he said to me. Never mind if that is my own cabin, I will not return there again whether he leaves or recovers. That’s not my problem anyway.Yet…I still found myself—telling myself—that no matter how hurt I a
“Please, Zarion…” I moaned, my pink lips parting as a soft breath left me before he tempted me once more.A shudder rakes down my spine. Running the tip of my tongue over the opening of my lips, I let out a sigh of relief when the side of my bed pushed down because of his weight. Zarion’s thoughts were lewd, I know. He wanted me so badly just like what I wanted. I’m innocent and young, yes, even a virgin. But this thirst flooding my soul…he’s the only one who can quench it. He needed me so much, wanted me so much. I can feel he never wanted or needed anything or anyone so much in his life the way he needed and wanted me. For him, I was his personal sanctuary—the only one he could go to and feel calm, relaxed. Just being around with me was enough to take him out of his worst moods. Slowly, his hands covered the right side of my neck as the tip of his nose traveled down the nape of my neck. Erratic pulses of my heart beating from my chest resound in my ears. There’s no turning back n
“Y–yes…” I finally answered his question as he slowly lifted me up.“Hmmm, differentiate it, then.”I was so delirious just because of his touches, the heat radiating from his sweaty palms. He’s touching my body everywhere that I couldn’t help but stifle erotic sounds I’d never know I could hear from myself. “D-Differentiate, what?” I exhaled.“The difference between romantic and sexual feelings.” The fuc—what? I couldn’t understand anything anymore because his calloused huge hands were touching my tits. He was teasing it, the way he wanted it to, and damn if that doesn’t make me feel things inside my thighs. He was so good at making me feel these foreign things.These strange things that are making me delirious. “Now I think you don’t understand the difference,” he giggled darkly. “Do you want me to show you instead? Show not tell, as they say….” I gasped. No, I gaped. This man—he’s everything I hated. Yet, still, I ached for him, every inch of him. I wanted and needed him in all
I shifted, my curiosity taking over my body. Why was he injured and wounded in the first place? “Where do you live? Do you even have a family?” “I don’t have a house. And no, I don’t have a family.” That was all he said—that was all his answer to my question. “Please, just stay…” I begged. “If you don’t have a house, then maybe you could live in one of the rooms in our castle. We have a lot of empty rooms that you could use and occupy. I promise I won’t tell my mamita.”“No, thanks.” Zarion’s throat bobbed. “That’s not a good idea.”“Why not?” Before I could say anything, he cut me off. “I’m on a quest.”“A quest…” my brows met. “Like a mystery to solve?”He nodded. “I’m looking for the witch that will give me the information about who’s my mate.” Mate? I don’t understand. A witch? I don’t understand either. I’m pretty sure that only exists in fairy tales and fantastical stories. “Okay, but—” I scratched my head. “You could do that while living in our castle, right?” I hate how my
Her jaw fell open, silence possessing her very being now. I saw how her breathing quickened the moment I said those words. It’s true—I love Zarion. Deeply. This is not just some puppy love that I used to have when I was fifteen.The moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew he’s the one who will take care of my life the way my father took care of my deceased mother. They may not be here with me, but based on the stories my grandmother shared with me, I know my deceased parents lived their life to the fullest.And I want to live mine with him. “Mamita, please listen to me—” “I am not listening to any of these absurd things again, Cassidy!” “But—”“You are just eighteen years old!” She bellowed, veins bulging in her forehead.“And I’m old enough to indulge in these things!” “Oh yeah? You already knew it? Then, you tell me then—” She heaved a deep sigh and pointed the walking stick at my chest. “What do you know about love, child?” I was taken aback because of the term she had called m
My heart won over my mind, my emotions took over any rational thoughts swarming within my brain. Nothing can stop me from going out into this castle now. Nothing—not until I find Zarion in the woods.Or in this city. Even if I walk barefoot across the world, I will find him.“Wherever you go, I will go, Zarion,” I whispered, letting the wind carry my words to wherever he is.“One step outside the castle, Cassidy, and you’re gone from our family.” I paused, bones stiffening. It’s as if I felt someone pour a pail of icy cold water amid the harsh winter weather. “If you go out tonight, I will abandon you—leave you. I will forget that I had known a family that goes by the name of Cassidy Salem Blythe.” Bile rose in my throat. Fear, not for myself but for the promise that—for eighteen years—I just broke now. You will take care of your grandmother, Cassidy. My mother once wrote in her journal, directly addressing me. I exhaled, willing the air to enter my lungs again. Pain etched in my ches