Chapter 60
Chapter 60
Liliana
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to cry.” I was embarrassed and feeling even worse after I had stoyph crying,
The conversation wasn’t about me and when Damian ended up consoling me when it should have been met 1 am to mugit.
I groan inwardly and Damian suddenly lifts our locked hands and kisses the back of mine.
“I hate to see anyone crying. It’s pathetic but I have never felt my heart squeeze to tight that it would burst when I so you cry. It made me want to question the moon goddess and accuse her of writing such fucked–up fates.
But I couldn’t even hold you back from crying because it was so sorrowful that I needed it to be out of gou vyom However, Liliana, I promise you, you won’t ever need to cry so bitterly again.
I wouldn’t let you” His rasps and my stomach gathers itself into a knot which somehow tugs at my bean
Does he know I have fallen for him? Is that why he is making it harder for me? Or is it because he likes me took
“Is it because we share not entirely but similar pain?” I ask, gauging his eyes for the truth and he shakes his head
His breath is uneven and his hand on my cheek is warm, “No, it’s because I just can’t stand the sight of you crying It’s sond that it makes me want to kill the reason behind it just so…you would be back to smiling again”
Did…he really say that? Am I hearing it right? I feel like floating and yet my body is shuddering with a sensation I don’t know the name of.
“You shouldn’t say that to me” I whisper, shaking my head because the love I feel for him is at the tip of my tongue but I can’t bring myself to say it out aloud and it’s choking my throat.
“Why? You don’t like it? You don’t like me?” He whispers, nuzzling against my cheek, his breath heats my face and his earnes voice melts my insides into a mush.
My hand fly to his shirt and his glides to the back of my neck, rubbing tenderly as he nuzzles against my skin. I gasp when he rubs his lip against my cheek.
They are warm and too much for me to bear. My breathing quickens and my chest heaves when he kisses behind my ear. My head is a mess because it’s exactly the opposite of what he is asking.
It’s not because I don’t like you, it’s because I like you so much that it hurts.
“Damian, stop it” I gasp when he licks my earlobe. Desire pools between my legs and I curl my fingers tightly around the wrinkled fabric. Stop it before I tell you everything and after that what if you don’t feel the same about me?
What if all these butterflies in my stomach are delusional? What will happen to me if my fear wins?
“Answer me, Liliana” He commands and I hiss when he bites my earlobe.
“Why must you make me suffer?” My voice is a plea but he doesn’t let me go. I moan when he nips on my earlobe. “Liliana, I can’t even begin to tell what you do to me
“Can’t you tell how I feel?” I whisper and he halts. He pulls back and my belly clenches from the loss of his warmth.
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“It’s something I want to know from you, Liliana. It’s about how you feel. It’s a simple question, why can’t you answer?”
“If it’s simple then why don’t you tell about what I do to you? Why don’t you tell me how you feel about me?” I shoot back because how can he call it a simple question?
How can he say confessing my feelings to him is casy? If it’s easy then why doesn’t he tell and clarify those words which wrecks havoc inside my head first?
Why doesn’t he tell whether it’s because he is also holding onto a precious secret like mine? Does his heart flutter and go crazy when he sees me like it does with mine?
Does his insides melt and become mush when I smile like it happens to me? Why doesn’t he tell me that he loves me too so I can jump into his arms and tell him the same by kissing those luscious lips?
“You want to know what you do to me?” He says and the sparks between us crackle and buzz. I feel my nerves strain when he gazes at me with an intensity which is enough to make my panties damp even though all of my focus is trained on the words he will speak.
But the body has its own mind and I feel like having his hands back on my body again, touching me and ditching this whole conversation altogether even though it’s very important for the peace of my heart.
Love is a crazy emotion which has taken over my whole body.
“You want to know how you have clamoured into my life and have become someone I worry about more than myself? You have become someone I am scared for, worried constantly so others can’t grasp the chaos in my heart and use you as a weakness against me.
prast your
You have made my life hell and now you are saying I don’t even deserve to ask how you feel after making me clash and wage war within myself every fucking day? You have made me a hell I love.
And yet you can’t tell anything about yourself? It’s so so cruel” He finishes and I want to believe it’s a confession.
I want him to say, he has fallen for me and he loves the one who has given him the hell he loves. Please!
The effect his words have left on me is more than I can soak and gulp down my throat. My skin burns and I feel feverish. The winds have become strong and the sky has changed its color.
The weather is changing. The sky has darkened.
I don’t know what to say. My gaze falls from his face, unable to endure the heat in his gaze.
At some point, I decide to tell him I love him, but then, all of a sudden, I didn’t expect those four words to slip out, “My throat is parched”
I blink when I realize what I had said and look up at his face to see him still staring at me. His breathing has become ragged and his chest is matching mine in quick rise and falls.
“I have your favourite tea in the thermos.” He says and I blink, feeling awkward and so many letters jumbled together in my head.
What just happened?
“Do you have Hibiscus tea on you?” I ask, oddly keeping up with the new conversation.
“Yes, with added honey,” He says reaching out for the basket and I suddenly brighten up hearing that.
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It’s true that I have been crazy over this tea and right now somehow just seems the perfect time to drink it. However, what is happening?
The sparks fizzle out when he takes out the thermos from the basket and I try to move from between his legs to the side but he fixes me where I was with a strong arm around my waist.
“What are you doing?” He asks, slightly angry and I gulp.
“M–Moving to the side” I answer pointing to the open space beside him and he flicks his gaze over to the empty spot with the perfect shade from the tea before returning to my face very quickly “No”
A simple word with two letters and I am again nestled between his legs with my legs dangling over his thigh, our locked hands, still locked for some reason, over my legs, his arm around my waist and now a cup of hibiscus tea in my hands.
The conversation…specifically his question from before is still crystal clear in my head and the aroma of the hibiscus tea mixes with it when I bring it closer to my lips.
However, before I can drink it and the thoughts in my head, a gust of wind blows, trying to knock our picnic away and I halt for a second to see if everything’s okay.
During the short while of the lookout for our picnic, caused by the wind, the cup in my hand is almost about to touch my lips when suddenly Damian throws it away with a loud, ‘No‘
‘Crack‘
It falls far away with a loud thud and breaks into pieces with the red vibrant liquid inside it trickling down the grass.
1 turn around and watch Damian’s agitated face, “What happened?” I ask, worriedly and he brings his grey orbs to my face and spats, “It was poisoned”
“What? How…” Surprise and disbelief coat my tone as I feel a chill run down my spine.
It was poisoned.
The words on my tongue sting and vestiges of fear travel through my spine and spread in my whole body.
“The silver rim on your cup turned black” He says and I cover my mouth with my hand.
“Which poison and who did it?” My voice is a whisper and the near–death experience is making me queasy.
Damian picks up the thermos and brings it to his nose. I quickly flail my arm and cling to his arm, “No, what are you doing? If it’s poisoned, don’t bring it closer to your face!”
“Relax, Liliana, Zade can detect which poison is this”
“Who is Zade?” I ask, frantic and worried that he is about to bring that poison closer to his face. We don’t know how harmful
it is!
“Zade is my wolf. Calm down, Liliana. I know what I am doing” He reassures and I nod, letting him do the detection although I am still worried sick.
He again took the thermos closer to his face and his eyes glinted with a silvery glow. He took the bottle away after a minute or so, looking deadly furious.
“What…What happened? Did you get to know which poison is this?” I ask anxiously and he seethes.
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Horror makes my face pale and I stagger. Damian holds me by the arm, steadying me while his hand holding the thermos drops.
I am still in disbelief even though my body is reeling from the shock. How come someone….how can someone pul wolfsbane in the tea? It’s the most lethal poison which can kill a werewolf within minutes, so painfully and terribly at that.
Why would someone do such a cruel thing?
Both of Damian’s arms are around my torso, wrapping me in a hug because I am trembling like an aspen. I can’t fathom the fact that I was about to drink wolfsbane if not for Damian.
That someone would go so low and use what humans use on our kin to display our stuffed skin. It’s so so terrible.
“Shh, don’t. Don’t be scared, Liliana. I promise you that I will find the person behind it at any cost and I will make them pay for doing this. I know where to start right away
Lightly crackles in the air when Damian speaks and 1 dig into his arms like a rabbit burrowing into the soil.
“I don’t want danger to befall you‘ I meekly say and he kisses the top of my head, “Don’t worry, Liliana. If I let this person stay alive, I won’t be able to reassure you. We need to face the danger first to eliminate it.” He pulls back and picks up the picnic basket.
“Let’s go. We are going back to the mansion” He says and I nod, crouching down to help with the scattered food but he stops me. “I will send someone to clear it up. I have taken the basket, so let’s go” He drops the thermos into the basket and we walk to where Travis and the car are.
