Himari’s POV.-“H-hey! What do you think you’re doing?- Hey!”Panic spurts me up to grab the top of the driver’s seat as the car begins to accelerate away from the curb we’re to wait for Ciel’s return. “Stop the car! My boyfriend isn’t back yet!” I argue with the driver that’s suddenly pretending not to hear me at all, ignoring my hands and slamming his foot down hard on the gas pedal.The driver speeds past a car in front, making me yelp from the swift curve he makes around the car as I fall back and hit the back of my head with a wince. I groan and look forward, touching the back of my head when a foul aura hits me suddenly. It’s the same rancid aura those men from that bar had exuded.Did they come back for revenge? My paranoia explodes over me as I give up on trying to fight the driver and focus on how to get out of the car myself. The windows are rolled up, so I jump to the left door and tug the handle roughly.“Open up, please- Dammit!” The handle breaks and all bloo
Himari’s POV.-Can someone just make this Demon kill me instead?Soulfully dejected, I’m sent away as a savage Zorien hinges his imposing aura in front of the mansion to watch me leave. I glance at the way I had to cover to arrive here, the street lamps leading in a straight road down the distance.I gulp tearfully, I’ve had to go through so much in one evening and all he cares about is my lateness? Does he have no heart at all? What am I even saying, weren’t Demons initially heartless and vile creatures with no emotions?Although these ones seem more rational and human-like, Zorien is no different from those Darklings. I bite my lip to prevent my sobs from expelling as I drag my aching body and stinging feet away, in the direction of the barn, maybe. I know Spring and Storm won’t mind having me with them.Zorien can swallow his mansion for all I care.‘Are you whining, Mari? Haha! This is so unlike you’ I hear Runa and roll my teary eyes as I growl at her, ‘Don’t make my
Himari’s POV.-“Well, what do you expect? There’s no way that filthy pup could stand to do it with someone else other than her beloved”.A cold shiver races up my spine at the haunting voice, and I glance aside to see Zorien stepping out of the wall close to the bedroom door. What? Did he just walk out of that wall? It’s the first I’m seeing him in slacks and a button-up formal dress shirt and an overcoat on; everything in his usual black. His hair is worn all back with a couple of strands dripping down his neck.When I brush the faint crimson in his orbs, I’m reminded of the words he had just spouted, and panic grips me. I whip my head to Ciel who’s frowning Zorien’s way, fisting his hands as he asks, “Would you mind explaining what that’s supposed to mean?”The energy between the two is foul and sinister, and Zorien does a casual shrug, tossing his intentional smirk my way as he parts his malicious saucy lips, “Why don’t you tell him yourself, pup? How that scummy thing ha
Himari’s POV.-Zorien? Why is he here? I scoot as I pace past the other tables in the lunchroom and am lucky to find Flynn with his hand in the air signaling at me.I quickly settle in like some criminal on the run and Flynn blinks at me, leaning to ask in a low voice as if he’s trying to consider me. “What’s with the hurry? Is someone on your tail?”I hold my hands to ease my shaken state as I tell him squarely, “Zorien and Loren are in here” I whisper-yell and watch the shock dye into his face. Flynn falls back in defeat, expelling an exhausting sigh. “Dang it.”Wait, why am I feeling this way? It’s not like I’m indeed doing anything bad, is it? I’m only here to have lunch with a friend and catch up for the time we’ve been apart. Why do I have to allow that Demon in so much? ‘It’s a good improvement. You’re starting to see things the way I do’ Runa commends and I frown, turning to peer down at his position further by the glass wall. I didn’t come here for him.“That’s
Himari’s POV.-I scream with my eyes snapping shut when I feel his hard hand grip my arm and pull my body forward abruptly, tossing me somewhere. Against my fear, I collide with softness and the scent of fabric softener. With my heart a pounding mess and my mind nearly fraying, I bring my eyes open with heaving breaths, now contorting my thoughts to the right as I take in the feel and look of the sheets.This is Zorien’s bed. How did we get here so fast?“Don’t go tuning me out of your head, pup. I’m yet to dish out your punishment accordingly, so turn this way.”My body is turning around to meet him as if in compliance with his clipped order, and I shudder at the sight awaiting me. The button of his black dress shirt is unbuttoned and presents a thin view of his pale skinned defined torso, his glossy hair tousled from the messy way he’s run his fingers through, and his rigid face with knit brows and a begrudging look dying his orbs darker than black. He looks like danger it
Himari’s POV.-“What does he see in you? Gold-digging wench!”I wince from the pain stinging my scalp, looking into the mirror to see an angry Loren behind me and pulling at my hair. Beside her is a pompous Kitra, glossy red lips up with a smirk as she commends her friend’s brutal attack on me.“W-what do you want from me?” I groan, struggling against her cruel hold to set my hair free, but she beats me to it, hauling me forward with a shriek. I almost bang my face into the mirror, gasping as I clutch the edge of the basin to prevent the face smack.Kitra snorts behind me and I’m lifting my head, pushing my hair that’s been poured forward, back behind me. A hand grabs my shoulder and I’m turned around to meet their berating faces. Loren is ever decked in her heavy makeup with her tall slender body in a silk pink short dress with only one small hand. Kitra surprisingly knows she doesn’t need makeup to display her natural beauty and only ever touches her face a little and sme
Himari’s POV.-“So, this is what’s been keeping you away from me, pup.”A gruff voice chimes into the busy kitchen and I twist my neck to see a groggy-looking Zorien leaning in the doorway with arms folded. His hair is wet and hanging like rope-like strands that drip droplets of water over the shoulders of his deep-ashen hoody.I just stare at him like everyone else is emulating and he crumples his face, “What is it? Is it that strange to have me come down here?” Zorien looks irritated by the surprising way he’s being stared at, and he leaves the doorway and comes sauntering in.He has a scowl on his face when he looks at me at the farthest end of the kitchen. I shrink in my seat, thinking he’ll start coming to scold me, but Valera intercepts him and speaks nicely, “Would you like some lavender-honey lemon tart?”Valera seems to be the only one in the mansion who appears to overlook his flaws. She treats him with kindness and is very patient with his unstable mood swings.
Himari’s POV.-I’m giddy to attend to the people flocking to our booth, emboldening myself to fight off my anxiety to face the crowd as I serve them on disposable plastic plates and hand them flyers. Welma comes to nudge me, “You’re doing so well today, Mari. You’ve been in high spirits since this morning”.I smile at her as we observe our break while the other three take charge. “I’ve never participated at such a big event like this before, and seeing how everyone’s caught up in the same upbeat excitement, it’s only natural I unwind and get blown as well”.Glossing over the shimmering faces of families and friends, the laughter ringing into the winter afternoon air and just people looking forward to having a good time, I feel my chest swelling with an unfamiliar sweet feeling. It might be cold out, but with this dazzling elated mood, no one seems to remember the chills at all. Did I ever have such explosive moments like this when I lived on the other side of the Bracken rive