“I don’t think the others are,”
Ooof. I forgot this one’s a mind reader. He lets out a very enthusiastic laugh after seeing the thoughts that buzzed in my head.
This is so unfair.
I pout trying my best to ignore his amused laughter, and he kisses the back of my hand.
“You really drive me insane, you know? Yet you keep me under control.”
Again, with those enigmatic words.
Can’t the men in my life say something straightforward for once?
“Straightforward? Alright,” he responds to my thought, “If you didn’t keep me in control, I would’ve pounced on you the moment I walked in the room.”
Suddenly, the rooms feels hot.
“I don’t think I have to clarify that part, do I?” his voice is filled with a mischievous tone that I only typically ever hear from Bran.
This man... this demon...
What he does to me...
I can’t believe he’s mine.
I’m trying hard to suppress the giddiness in my chest when the doors suddenly burst open.
“Sorry for ruining your moment, but this can’t wait.”
“I understand,” He leaves one last kiss on my hand and stands to step out of the room.
I can’t quite make out all of the features of my new visitor as yet, but as she draws nearer to me, the colour of her hair is a dead giveaway. The warm, cosy feeling I had been experiencing only moments ago has been replaced with coldness.
“How are you feeling?” I’m not used to the way her voice sounds. Sure, I’ve been listening to it for years, but that was as Liliwen, not me. I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with it as myself.
I’ve decided against killing her, but I’m not yet sure how comfortable I can get with having her around the place.
“So far, so good,” I nod, my demeanour cold towards her.
“I see,” she saunters and takes the seat Faust left, “It didn’t occur to me that demons can drink coffee.”
I just shrug. I still don’t understand his addiction to caffeine either.
“Anyway,” she suddenly feels the need to clear her throat, “I don’t know where to start.”
“Same here,” I mumble.
I’m not sure why she’s here or how she was able to bring herself to face me after all that has happened.
There’s a lot to talk about. It is an understatement to say there are a lot of issues between us. One single conversation will not simply smooth things over, eradicate the past; however, if she wants to talk; I am willing to hear her piece. After all, if the newly formed council was created with peace in mind for the world, then I need to lead by example. Wasn’t this the reason why we fought so hard to get to this day?
“Okay then,” she starts again, not sure how to continue.
Her reluctance to continue reminds me of the 10-year-old girl who was once very shy to talk to me when she found me sitting under the tree in the meadows.
In this moment, her eyes dart around looking for the next words like she did back then.
Maybe this time, we can just be ourselves again without outside forces coming between us or the need to compete or to tear each other down.
Maybe this time we can be free.
Free from expectations.
Perhaps this time Ryia and I can be friends once again, who knows what the future holds for us both?
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Evelyn Cooper is the Author of the Witch’s Cursed Circle Series of five short reads. You can find her online at www.evelyncooper.com If you ever fancy connecting by email, please feel free to drop Evelyn a line here she always enjoys receiving an email from her readers. Evelyn lives in the Cotswolds, UK but grew up in North Wales, this is where she draws all her inspiration, and you will find references to the Welsh language and places that mean a lot to her within the pages of her books.
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