Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Right
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Eight
ALIYA’S POV
Daemon had kept his distance, reminding me once again of the times back at the castle when he would withdraw into himself. He had a lot on his mind, none of which he was willing to share with me.
I didn’t miss the fact that he seemed to enjoy my company, even though he never made a move on me–and I wasn’t sure how that made me feel. As the days went by, I found myself settling into this ‘new life.‘ It didn’t seem so… bad, now that I knew Daemon wasn’t about to end my life anytime soon. But there was still one problem- Tasha.
It didn’t take a genius to see that she was jealous. Daemon fed from her, but beyond that, she was just another person living in his house. He never seemed to look at her twice, despite her efforts. The twins were nicer, but they mostly kept to themselves. Tasha had no interest in making friends with them or with me, for that matter.
Today, something changed.
Lying on the bed in Daemon’s room, I felt trapped. It shouldn’t have bothered me—I had lived my whole life in the castle–but it did. I wanted more; I couldn’t spend the rest of my life trapped here.
Daemon was in his study when I burst in. He didn’t seem startled by my sudden, violent entry.
“I’m sick of this place! You can’t keep me here forever.”
From the glint in his eyes, he found my outburst amusing; that wasn’t exactly the expression I was hoping to receive from him.
“Here I was, thinking you were finally settling in. Go grab a jacket; let’s go somewhere.”
His words startled me, and for a moment, I stared at him, trying to figure out if he was serious. He cocked a brow at me. “You said you wanted to leave this place, right? Well here’s your chance. Be quick before I change my mind.”
I finally got my legs to move and hurried to his room, as that was where I stayed. I had no jackets of my own, but he had plenty, even if he rarely wore them. I grabbed a brown jacket that belonged to him—I didn’t think he would mind. After slipping it on, I brushed through my hair, applied a little lip gloss, and I was done. Daemon had made sure I had everything I needed in this room—from makeup to designer bags, shoes, jewelry, and dresses. I had never worn any of the clothes, though, as most of them were far too revealing.
The jacket was way too big, and I thought I looked awkward in it, but I really didn’t care. I returned to the study room, hoping this wasn’t some kind of trick, but there he was already on his feet. He had discarded his black uniform for a more casual wear, a black leather jacket over his equally black shirt and jeans. Even in casual wear, he still carried that dark aura, and I wanted to smack myself for not realizing it sooner. It had been right in front of me all those months.
His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought they darkened. He stared down at my choice of outfit and nodded as if in approval.
“You look good in that jacket.”
“I think it looks awkward.” I said with a nervous laugh.
“Believe me when I say, nothing looks awkward on you, Aliya.”
I shivered. There was something about the way he said my name–it was almost like a lover’s call. Dark thoughts cloud my mind. His tongue on me, licking me, bringing me to a level of ecstasy I never thought possible… then his fangs. Strangely, I have been fantasizing a lot about his fangs lately, and they were not good thoughts.
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He watched me with that amused look, as if he could read e–like he knew everything I felt. When he stepped toward me, I braced myself, expecting him to force his will on me, to claim me without my permission. But he did none of that. For a villain, he sure had a good amount of self–control.
“Ready?” He asked me, and I nodded, as I didn’t trust myself to speak just yet.
Finally, when I found my voice, I asked, “Are we traveling by car?”
I recalled the last time I had used his car–to try to escape from him. Somehow, it had stopped working. I didn’t know if it had been fixed yet.
“No. Now that you know who I am, I don’t have to hide this from you anymore.”
“Hide what?”
“My favorite method of transportation,” he said.
With his hand wrapped tightly around me, a strange black mist engulfed us both, and the sight of Daemon’s apartment faded away.
