Abrielle stared at Cedric in shock. He thought she was scared by the gory story but that wasn’t the case.
What was going on? Sothing was definitely strange. In the original novel, she wrote; The Dragons and the priestess, Cedric told Callista how he got his title as the infamous blood-lusted demon. She rembered the story because she had written it herself.
During Cedric’s first battle, Eleanor had deliberately sent him off with weak soldiers just to get rid of him. His group was attacked, and there was no chance of survival. Cedric was inexperienced, and the soldiers were not used to battle. In no ti, almost every one of them was killed except Cedric. It was during the battle his face got scared with a long scar that ran across his left eye.
When it was ti to kill the prince, the enemy’s army changed their minds and thought it was better to capture the prince of Darconia.
Cedric was captured, tortured and humiliated. They pushed him to the brink, and he lost his mind. Cedric changed that night; using his intelligence, he freed himself and single-handedly killed the entire camp.
There were no wings or marks. The stories were alike but different. "You are terrified of . Well, you just have to get used to it because I have done worse." Cedric scoffed, his hands curled into a fist as he stared at her expression.
Why did he have to answer? She wasn’t ready to know the monster he was. "Cedric," she said, she could sense the hint of sadness in his voice when he scoffed.
She grabbed his clenched fist and pulled him in. He was startled and taken, unaware the next thing he knew, her arms freed from the chain wrapped around his head as she hugged him next to her bosom.
She said sothing he never expected. "I am sorry you never got to et your mother. If she was alive, Eleanor would not have gone far," Abrielle said and his gaze softened.
"Maybe, but unfortunately, Eleanor took her from before I got the chance to ever know her." He answered enjoying the warmth she gave. He didn’t care if she did it out of love or pity all that mattered to him was the fact he was in her arms.
"I am sorry." She whispered a faint feeling it was her fault. "I never really understood the marks since I have never t anyone with it. All I knew they changed after so years. This is the second ti it is probably changing." Cedric ntioned, closing his eyes as he laid his head. He wasn’t wearing a mask. His face looked truly peaceful.
"Your mother might have held the answer."
"She would have but even though I am ignorant of my origins or what I am? At tis, I even wonder if Kaiden is really my father. There has to be a reason he is so indifferent." He continued talking.
A thought crossed Abrielle’s mind her hand slowly brushing through this thick hair. She imdiately felt envious of him. In her past life, she never had this volu, and yet this man had the best of everything. He enjoyed the feeling of her fingers weaving through his hair. He hopes it lasts longer.
"Have you ever thought of the possibility that..." She didn’t finish her sentence, the words were stuck in her throat. He was in her arms, she didn’t want to offend him.
Cedric stirred in her arms, his hand wrapping around her slender waste. "That I am an actual demon," Cedric said and she froze before slowly nodding.
Cedric laughed and amused why she was so scared.
"I have thought of that before countless tis. The wings, the marks, my magic is even different and darker. I realized that the hard way that I had a different source from Lucian and Alfonso. The first prince of Darconia’s magic doesn’t even co from the dragons. That is my darkest secret; growing up, I was different, stronger and with heightened senses. Right now I can hear your heart beat very clearly. The sa way I can hear the knights training on the field clearly."
Her eyes went wide, the training area was definitely far from here because she couldn’t hear a thing. "So you are different it doesn’t an much." She said.
"Glad you are taking this well. It is also that I might be cursed. There are so many questions I don’t know the answer to like the mark on your neck."
It was also possible he might be cursed. They could not rush to conclusions. Those were Abrielle’s thoughts. Cedric felt it might even be both, his mind going back to Jocelyn, who mistook him for Azrael. Although he didn’t get to see Azrael’s face, they were similar both in body build and magic. Maybe Azrael had the answers.
"That is sothing I need to know. How did I get the mark? Is it so curse you placed on ?" Abrielle asked him, her hands still weaving through his hair.
"Curse," he chuckled before continuing. "If anyone is cursed it is that you probably cursed to fall for you regardless of every warning. I didn’t curse you, Abrielle; I bit you that night we had sex for the first ti; I had this strong urge to bite you, and I could not resist. I don’t know why, and it was the first ti ever the urge affected . I am no saint because countless won had shared a bed with , but that was in the past before I t you."
A stiff smile crossed her lips, his statent left a bad taste, but she knew n at war have a lot of affairs. She only prayed that this retired man whore didn’t have any miniature versions of him out there. The difference between Cedric and Alfonso was that his affairs were more private.
"I hope you didn’t make any babies out there." She bitterly said, Cedric sensed the jealousy which he loved.
"You don’t have to be worried, there are no babies. The girls were professionals, and I was careful besides, I kept a mistress at a Ti."
"That’s enough I don’t want to hear about your past affairs, Cedric Von Drakkar." She sneered; this ti, he could not hold back the laugh.
"I understand but it was thanks to that mark I could find you. A part of my magic is trapped in it, just so you know no matter where you go I will find you." He added in a serious tone. She nervously gulped.
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