Chapter Thirty—Truce?? “Truce??” He looked at me like I was out of my mind. I almost retracted my steps, but I held onto the slight slimmer of hope that we could be cordial. I was indebted to him, hating him less was the least I could do as a token of my gratitude towards him. “Yes,” I muttered, “You just saved my life. So let’s call a— He slapped my hands away, “I might have saved you but I still hate you.” I blinked, “I..I know and I hate you too but..but— “But what?” He snapped at me, “You think because you get into trouble, and I come in to save you like the helpless weakling you are, that everything will be jolly between us?” I shook my head vigorously, “No I just—- “Think again.” He scoffed, “You’re nothing but a pain in the ass. I was enjoying the festival until you managed to get yourself— “Ohh shut up!!” I fired back at him, “I don’t care about your perception of me, as a matter of fact I was prepared to die!! I was ready to give myself t
Chapter Thirty-two—The Witch in Morestown(2) **NIKOLAI** My shirt was still soiled from the mince pie my lover had chucked at me this morning, as I went over to apologize for last night. Aria. She was clearly not the understanding sort as I tried to explain the inexplicable danger her sister was in, “You should’ve left her to rot!” She cried in response, “If you love me then you should’ve let her to rot so we could be together. You clearly don’t love me enough!” “I do.” I said to her, “I do love you which is why— “Which is why what??” I almost found myself telling her about the bond. Then I hesitated, my silence angered her even more and she threw a whole minced pie at me. I stormed off in anger, still smelling of fresh thyme, ground beef and rosemary as I made my way to the border to join the others. Mort, one of the men, had made a joke about my mate and I playing on the bed with spices. I ignored him I’m good faith, not waiting to taint my mo
Chapter Thirty-two—The Witch in Morestown(2) **NIKOLAI** My shirt was still soiled from the mince pie my lover had chucked at me this morning, as I went over to apologize for last night. Aria. She was clearly not the understanding sort as I tried to explain the inexplicable danger her sister was in, “You should’ve left her to rot!” She cried in response, “If you love me then you should’ve let her to rot so we could be together. You clearly don’t love me enough!” “I do.” I said to her, “I do love you which is why— “Which is why what??” I almost found myself telling her about the bond. Then I hesitated, my silence angered her even more and she threw a whole minced pie at me. I stormed off in anger, still smelling of fresh thyme, ground beef and rosemary as I made my way to the border to join the others. Mort, one of the men, had made a joke about my mate and I playing on the bed with spices. I ignored him I’m good faith, not waiting to taint my mo
Chapter Thirty-two—The Witch in Morestown(2) **NIKOLAI** My shirt was still soiled from the mince pie my lover had chucked at me this morning, as I went over to apologize for last night. Aria. She was clearly not the understanding sort as I tried to explain the inexplicable danger her sister was in, “You should’ve left her to rot!” She cried in response, “If you love me then you should’ve let her to rot so we could be together. You clearly don’t love me enough!” “I do.” I said to her, “I do love you which is why— “Which is why what??” I almost found myself telling her about the bond. Then I hesitated, my silence angered her even more and she threw a whole minced pie at me. I stormed off in anger, still smelling of fresh thyme, ground beef and rosemary as I made my way to the border to join the others. Mort, one of the men, had made a joke about my mate and I playing on the bed with spices. I ignored him I’m good faith, not waiting to taint my mo
Chapter Thirty-two—The Witch in Morestown(2) **NIKOLAI** My shirt was still soiled from the mince pie my lover had chucked at me this morning, as I went over to apologize for last night. Aria. She was clearly not the understanding sort as I tried to explain the inexplicable danger her sister was in, “You should’ve left her to rot!” She cried in response, “If you love me then you should’ve let her to rot so we could be together. You clearly don’t love me enough!” “I do.” I said to her, “I do love you which is why— “Which is why what??” I almost found myself telling her about the bond. Then I hesitated, my silence angered her even more and she threw a whole minced pie at me. I stormed off in anger, still smelling of fresh thyme, ground beef and rosemary as I made my way to the border to join the others. Mort, one of the men, had made a joke about my mate and I playing on the bed with spices. I ignored him I’m good faith, not waiting to taint my mo
Chapter Thirty-two—The Witch in Morestown(2) **NIKOLAI** My shirt was still soiled from the mince pie my lover had chucked at me this morning, as I went over to apologize for last night. Aria. She was clearly not the understanding sort as I tried to explain the inexplicable danger her sister was in, “You should’ve left her to rot!” She cried in response, “If you love me then you should’ve let her to rot so we could be together. You clearly don’t love me enough!” “I do.” I said to her, “I do love you which is why— “Which is why what??” I almost found myself telling her about the bond. Then I hesitated, my silence angered her even more and she threw a whole minced pie at me. I stormed off in anger, still smelling of fresh thyme, ground beef and rosemary as I made my way to the border to join the others. Mort, one of the men, had made a joke about my mate and I playing on the bed with spices. I ignored him I’m good faith, not waiting to taint my mo