ZINA
Zina sat stiffly like she was set between two stones. All the while she wondered why Daemon wasn’t saying anything to Kairos but simply kept on downing more and more of his red wine.
Unable to take the silence anymore, Zina spoke. "Is it not a little too salty to be drinking?" She whispered, hoping not to draw any attention to them, but failing at that exact task as all attention was now on them.
Daemon smiled, swirling the crimson content of his glass. "And yet, I am far from being drunk."
"Is anything the matter?" She asked in a vain attempt to hold their conversation so he would be the first to speak on the matter of the masked man’s identity.
"Not at all." He simply answered while gulping down more and more of his wine.
Since he wasn’t taking the bait, Zina decided it would be best if she pressed forward. "So Alpha Kairos is back," she muttered while resting her eyes squarely on the arena.
The audience were still cheering and hollering, and their combined voices made for a loud boom. Everyone was agile and excited, and yet Daemon seed to share not a bit of the excitent.
Like the whole affair tired him.
"So it would seem," he answered... yet again sounding vague.
"Is everything really fine?" She snapped without knowing it. Daemon had always been like that, but she felt like his attitude was particularly pronounced that morning.
Daemon in turn, drew back in response. He curled a perfectly curved eyebrow at her, his dark stormy eyes scrutinizing her. "I am well. However, I do not believe the sa can be said about you."
Why was she so anxious?
"Forgive ," she answered, bowing her head. She felt heat on her eyes, but she swore profusely to the high heavens that it could not be tears of sha that burned her.
It was just sothing in the air.
She heard the wine glass slam against the table in a not so gentle way. "Look at , Zina." He said in a hard voice that would have otherwise had her obeying, and yet she hesitated because she was afraid of what he would see in her eyes.
For while she read his eyes so well, Zina also knew he read hers well too.
"I said look at ," he pressed on, his voice gentler.
Zina did as she was told, staring back at him in his eyes that seed to swirl with the weight of the world.
She hadn’t judged him right that morning. He was far from unconcerned about whatever discovery Kairos must have made. What Zina had missed was the fact that Daemon already knew who the mystery man was... which was why Kairos’ presence hadn’t impressed him in the slightest bit.
"You know," she gasped.
"Know what?" He asked, seeming genuinely confused.
Zina took a deep breath. "The masked man, do you know who he is?"
There was a slight pause on his end before he answered, "I only found out yesterday night."
"Why haven’t you told ?"
"That’s because I have people investigating his background... although I guess it may not really matter.
"Who is he?"
"So it’s this matter that had tears cropping up your eyes," Daemon snapped, seemingly pissed at that fact. Like he couldn’t believe she was about to cry for a werewolf who was possibly thrash in his eyes.
How ever, could Zina explain that she had had a dream so vivid that she couldn’t simply forget it or shrug it off. A dream that kept telling her that maybe she had it wrong with the man’s identity.
"It’s not like that," she said in response, seriously not knowing how to explain it more to him.
"Then what is it like?"
"Will you not tell who he is."
"I will not."
Zina scoffed in disbelief at the finality to his voice. "And pray tell, why are you being so unreasonable?"
"Did you just say I am being unreasonable?" Daemon scoffed like he had just heard the most ridiculous thing ever since his twenty plus years of existence.
"You’re the one who doesn’t realize that you’re siding for a man who not only threatened with your life, but tore my siblings apart and stole money belonging to all these people right here that are screaming their lungs out in praise for everyone who has made it thus far. Believe , you’re the unreasonable one."
Daemon never raised his voice for once. Like a well delivered speech, his words simply flowed without a hitch until he was done. And Zina was left staring at him in wondernt, like it couldn’t possibly be him that said all those hateful words right now.
She faced the arena squarely, unable to face him anymore. Unable to confront the ill delivered truth, and her wounded pride.
"Zina," his voice ca again at her, this ti a plea that she should forget whatever that had thus brought them to that point and look at him... but Zina refused to take her eyes off the arena.
"I would rather you not be like this," he pleaded again, this ti, he did nothing to hide his frustration.
Because she truly did not know how to survive staying by his side throughout the combat, she stood abruptly and bowed at him.
"It almost escaped that it’s not right for to sit with you at such a grand event. I apologize, and will imdiately go and sit with the rest of the Thetas."
Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked towards the farther right of the Dais where the rest of the Thetas of the four high ranked packs stood. They greeted her out of re respect for her position, but Zina was hardly listening to them.
Was she being unreasonable? Why was she being so unreasonable?
Without knowing it, she kept on scratching at a spot on her wrist until she tore at her flesh and began to bleed.
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