Damon tossed my gown to , his face remained stoic, even when we finished dressing. I sat on the bed, tying the lace of the dress. "So you are going to remain quiet?" I asked again, staring at him from under my lashes.
I felt a little guilty for even trying to leave without letting him know, I knew he was worried and scared that I was gone, even afraid that I might have left him.
"Are you okay?" His hoarse voice finally said.
I raised my head to et his gaze. The black dress he wore made him look more unapproachable, his killer eyes stared at with a mixed expression.
"I’m fine." My voice ca out weaker than I intended.
"You got your wolf back, I’m happy for you." He said, although he sounded sincere, his voice was distant and lacked warmth.
"Her na is Layla." I ignored the attitude he was giving.
Then silence stretched through the room again, and I slightly fumbled with my hands. There was no doubt that I was the one in the wrong. "I’m sorry for trying to leave without letting you know, and I apologize for not believing you." I lowered my head.
’I’m the master, but here I am apologizing to my pet.’
He remained silent, his hands tucked in his pocket.
"So you are not going to say anything after apologising to you, if you want to be mad at fine, if you don’t want to talk to anymore just say so, stop giving the silent treatnt." I snapped out at him, my brows furrowing in disappointnt.
His eyes glead dangerously, but whatever it was, it disappeared imdiately, replaced by indifference. He strode closer to , then he grabbed my hand, yanking up. "You doubted when I spoke nothing but the truth, now that I remain silent so you won’t misunderstand , you are mad at ?" He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"And I’m saying I’m sorry, I was wrong for doubting you. And I realized my mistake too late." I looked away from him, unable to et his gaze.
"You believed that rat instead of , so am I that shallow in your eyes? Why did you co back? Why didn’t you stay with your precious Rhydian?" His voice carried dark malice, as if one wrong word he would snap and go berserk.
At the ntion of Rhydian, my heart grew bitter rembering how he betrayed and tricked . He even lied to to keep away from Damon. "He’s an asshole," I muttered under my breath, my confidence deflating like a balloon.
"Oh, now he is an asshole?" He asked in a dark amusent.
"Yes." I puckered my lips in disappointnt.
He scoffed. "I can’t believe I almost went mad over you, when you chose to leave , and learning from the witch how Rhydian pulled you into the barrier, I lost my senses, trying to get to the fae realm. But here you are, perfectly fine, guess I overreacted." His brooding gaze swept over like a winter wind, his voice tinged with pain and disappointnt.
"And who said I was perfectly fine?" I looked up at him with teary eyes, the tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. I hated being this vulnerable, I hated that he wouldn’t listen to . I pulled my hand from his grip, but his grip was firm like a handcuff.
"Everyone makes mistakes, and I’m not trying to guilt-trip you, but I forgave you for everything you did, why are you so narrow-minded?" My eyes flared as I burst out in anger.
His gaze remained cold, his expression unreadable. His lips twitched... "So I don’t have the right to be mad, is that what you are trying to say?"
I shook my head instantly. "No, you have all the right to be mad at ..." I sighed in exasperation. Then I tilted my head to et his gaze which looked like nothing but an endless abyss. "Everything we went through Damon, in the witches’ realm, forgetting about my identity, being nothing but a worthless oga and breeder, abandoned by my parents, and all the misfortune in my life was all done by my mother." I paused, trying to keep my emotions in check.
"Rhydian ca to at the request of my mother and uncle, apparently he was working for them all this ti. He lied to , framing you, and I foolishly believed, I hate myself for that. But getting there, what welcod was my uncle and mother trying to take away my powers, failing to do so, she then told the horrible history of my life." My shoulders trembled slightly.
I told him everything that happened excluding the prophecy content. "So all my life I have been nothing but a prawn in their ga. If I can’t trust my own family, who can I trust?" Tears spilled down my cheeks.
Damon’s gaze softened, his heart aching for . "I’m sorry to hear that Ember... but I want you to know that I’m family too, I’m no saint, but I’ll do everything to protect you, even if I have to go hell and beyond... I’m sorry that you have to go through all of that alone, I should have been there with you." A tear trickled down his cheeks.
His grip over my wrist loosened, his callous thumb wiping off the tears from my face. "Don’t cry anymore, as long as I live, I won’t let anyone hurt you again... I’m sorry for being so incompetent again." He lowered his head, overco with guilt.
I tilted his chin. "You are not incompetent, you are the only light in my dark," I muttered so low that it felt like a thought.
"And so are you... the only light in my dark life." Damon said, his gaze held in my spot, drawing to their depths.
"I shouldn’t be... I can’t be." I took a step back as the mories of dying soon flashed through my head. ’I can’t let him love , he shouldn’t fall for ... else he would be broken.’
"Why?" He asked, grabbing my shoulders, pulling closer, his eyes searching my eyes as if they held the answers.
"I don’t know." I looked away.
"Do you love ?" His voice was desperate, as if his life depended on my answer.
"I don’t Damon, let go." I struggled to pull away from him, but his grip was firm and inescapable.
"You don’t? Then, I’ll help you find out." Before I could understand what he ant, his lips crashed over mine.
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