Damian
I think Celie was actually surprised to hear my voice. “I heard what Ryan told me and I will see what I can do to stave off this suspicion. And by the way, I am calling you to tell you that the memory lock of yours isn’t working. It’s more harmful than you had imagined, so I am staying back at Ivy Ville where Myra and I think I will show my face to her.” I didn’t mean to sound accusing or annoyed at Celie’s methods but at the moment it was becoming difficult to not to do so.
I heard her sigh. “Did she have any attack or something?”
“She did. Apparently I left my ring at her place and I don’t even remember when which I guess triggered her memory or something else I don’t know but her friend Violet showed me the ring which Andrew had given me before.” I was basically stating what I suspec
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Damian Vi shot daggers at me, warning me silently that if I turned, there would be consequences. I wanted to challenge her, but I was strangely hesitant. What if something happened to her if I turned? But then again, she would be in a bad state without me as well and wouldn’t be able to go on for much longer. “Just a patrol guard,” Violet muttered as she walked past me, giving me a sidelong glare before walking up to her friend. “Let’s go. I am starving.” I could hear the feeble protest of Myra , inquisitive as ever, but Violet herded her away. “You shouldn’t have come outside in this weather,” I heard Violet scold her mildly. “It’s not a problem,” Myra replied and soon their voices turned fainter until they were almost incoherent to my ears. I remained standing where I had been for a long time, like a coward, dumbass who couldn’t even face his
Myra “Violet…” I mumbled tentatively but her angry gaze was not on me but on Damian. I was keenly aware of his hand on my waist, the icy touch a constant reminder of the closeness and the heated moment we just shared before getting interrupted. I felt a dull ache behind my eyes. Violet got up and yanked me hard. I would have almost collided with her and gotten free from Damian’s hold had he not been holding my waist in a vice-like grip. What happened was my forehead bumped into his chest and I was completely encircled in his hold. I tried to pull away but he didn’t let me. I couldn’t see where he was looking but it was definitely at Violet. “You are misunderstanding me,” he murmured. “Oh really? Well, where the fuck am I makin
Myra Damian’s words echoed in my mind. I stared at the vacant space left by him, hardly registering Vi’s soothing and comforting words. But all I could think of was how his bloodthirst, a terrible decision of escaping the coming-of-age ceremony had ruined my whole life. But why then….did I remember a woman’s voice, the Queen’s voice and that of another man? I brushed off those thoughts. These questions were useless now because I had found the culprit who had killed my parents. “Myra….Myra.” I turned to Vi, mechanically. Her eyes were clouded with worry, her lips downturned in a frown. “Do you want me to inform Andrew? Do you want to go?” But this was supposed to be a retreat, no? I wanted to say but all that came out of my mouth was a choked, and garbled noise. I slumped against my friend and belatedly realized that I was sobbing.
Myra Eric approached me with purposeful steps. I thought he would stop at some distance, but to my utter surprise and astonishment, he didn’t and instead, engulfed me in a hug. I was frozen for a couple of seconds, trying to process what he was trying, why he was hugging me and then all of a sudden, Akira awakened, and I came to my senses. “What the hell are you doing?” With all my strength, I shoved and broke free, stumbling backwards in the process. His hands fell to his side. He masked the hurt quite quickly and said, “Why do you think? I am lurking in a different territory and risking my neck for you. Andrew might have kicked me out, but I can’t leave you just like that. You are my mate. I can’t leave you to some… bloodsucker.” When I had first met Eric, I had a different im
DamianI stared at her as she looked at me with the same smug expression which she usually reserves for the Mages and Witches who come to the court for her assistance. The phantom emotion called anger gripped my dead heart. I frowned. “What are you talking about?” I knew that feigning innocence will not be a good thing but might as well try.She folded her arms and put on a thoughtful expression on her face. She steepled her fingers and hooked her chin on the interlocked fingers, pretending, yes pretending to be thoughtful.“You know, Damian, I have been walking on this earth longer than you. I have information and proof.” I clenched my jaw. She wouldn’t buy it. The stare down went on for a long time before I averted my gaze. “Well. yes…Yes,
CelieThe smell in the dungeon was the worst kind of unpleasant. Pungent, dirty and dark, everything that I hated. I knew prisons were supposed to be a place that would only make the culprit regret and repent, but this was on a whole different level. The cell in which I was shoved was dingy, spiders crawled from one wall to another. The wall itself looked like it would come down any moment, maybe too tired to uphold its duty, like me. I found the cleanest space, which was not devoid of mould. I drew my knees to my chest, encircled my arms around them. My gaze settled on the constantly dripping water from the ceiling, I don’t know where this water was coming from though.Staying in a prison wasn’t something I was unused to. I was acquainted with small rooms and enclosed spaces. I was used to starving and being threatened. The Queen might
MyraI gaped like a fish out of water. The revelation should have been crashing like a tumultuous wave on the shore but it came like a gentle tide caressing the sand and retreating. I felt someone’s arm around my shoulder and I was grateful for that because I feared that my knees might just buckle. Amidst all the rejection and then spiraling down with Withdrawal, I had completely forgotten about my dreams. The ones that were more like nightmares, the ones that kept me wide awake, the ones that…Damian had experienced as well. “You must have known in your heart that these dreams were not normal.” Andrew shook his head in dismay. “I explained it all to Damian but then…” The last time Damian was here before everything went topsy turvy was before the High Queen had arrived. I pressed my lips together, restraining myself from saying something harsh. Andrew’s eyes were still like the abyss, dark and hollow. His cheeks had sunken and as he steepled his fingers and rested them
[Myra] “I want to go to the Castle.” I barged into Andrew’s room after failing to find him in the study, halting when I realised that I walked in on an intimate moment. Alexandra sprang up and had she been a mortal, then she would have blushed beet red. “I apologise for the intrusion,” I murmured, lowering my gaze. My ears felt hot. It felt like walking in on your parents. Andrew sat up and righted his shirt. “You should be. And to answer your demand, No, you won’t go to the Castle. If you want to live, if you want Damian to live then that will be the best option.” He left no room for arguments. I peered at him, fidgeting with the letter that I had forgotten to leave back in my room. I had yet to let each word in the letter sink in. Even though I was angry at Damian still, for walking away after he divulged the truth behind my parents’ death, I was worried for him. Alexandra murmured, “I’ll see what I can do about your medicine..” Andrew’s eyes were still like twin black abysses