Chapter 140
Lorik’s eyes flashed as he turned to me, his voice rising in protest, strong and unwavering. “You are much more important than both Andrew and Silvermoon combined,” he declared, the intensity of his words catching me off guard. “I’ve known for a long time that this day would come. Don’t think for a second that 1 regret it.”
I blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond. Lorik continued before I could interrupt, “It’s not a complete break just yet. I didn’t want you to worry or feel guilty. I can handle my father, and this fight… it’s not over yet. It’s still unclear who will win or lose.”
He said it to comfort me, to ease the gnawing guilt 1 felt about the situation. But how could I not feel responsible? Still, I nodded, trying to let his words sink in, to believe that it wasn’t all on my shoulders. We stayed silent for a while after that, the waves crashing onto the beach as we walked together, arm in arm. We lingered there until the sun had set, and then headed back to the hotel.
When we returned, Lorik followed me to my room. He used the excuse of needing to change his medication, his injury still not fully healed. T’ll need to check it, make sure it’s healing right,” I said, my voice softer now. He nodded, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere.
As I made my way to the bathroom to shower, Lorik settled on the terrace with his laptop, the gentle glow of the screen casting soft shadows on his face. The bathroom’s design caught my eye as soon as I entered–opaque glass walls, frosted but not entirely transparent. It was chic, modern, and I assumed that since no one could see inside from the outside, it was private enough.
I turned on the water, the warm stream soothing my tense muscles. Little did I know that the opaque glass, while shielding me from direct view, would cast a faint reflection–a silhouette, hazy yet
distinct.
Lorik, seated on the terrace with his laptop open, glanced up. His eyes caught the shadowed outline of my figure reflected on the glass window in front of him. It wasn’t clear, just a faint silhouette of a woman, delicate and alluring. His heart pounded, blood rushing as desire flickered within him.
I finished showering, unaware of the effect the reflection had on him, and wrapped myself in a towel before stepping onto the terrace. The cool night air brushed against my damp skin as I sat in the wicker chair beside him, my head slightly tilted back. My long hair dripped water, the droplets
glistening in the moonlight.
Lorik shut his laptop, his eyes dark with an intensity that made my breath hitch. He stood, moving towards me slowly, his gaze fixed on mine. “You look… stunning.” he murmured, his voice low and husky. His hand reached for my cheek, and he bent down, intent on kissing me.
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But I raised my hand, stopping him just inches from my lips. “Lorik…” I whispered, unsure of what was happening between us. His expression flickered, a flash of surprise before his usual confident demeanor returned. He straightened up, but the heat in his eyes hadn’t faded.
Just then, my phone buzzed, cutting through the thick tension between us. I glanced at it–Maurice.
Lorik’s eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the name on the screen. His jaw clenched, the shift in his mood palpable. He turned away, walking to the window and pushing it open. A gust of night air entered the room as he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his wrist. He smoked in silence, his back to me, the once warm atmosphere now–cold, distant. Yet I knew he was listening.
ears pricked, waiting to hear what I’d say.
I hesitated for a moment, then pressed ‘answer.” “Hello, Maurice.*
Maurice’s voice came through the speaker, smooth and calm. “Shirley, I heard about the attack. I managed to acquire a rare medicine from the witches. It’s a salve–powerful, and it can heal any
wound inflicted, no matter how severe. I’ll have someone deliver it to you tomorrow.”
I blinked, taken aback by the offer. “Maurice, that’s… that’s too valuable. I’m not even injured. Lorik’s the one hurt. You’re out investigating hunters, you should keep the potion for yourself.”
tion is for you.
Maurice was silent for a beat, and when he spoke again, his voice was firm. “The potion is for
It’s yours to decide how to use, no matter who it’s for.”
I frowned, surprised by Maurice’s sudden generosity. He and Lorik had never been on good terms, and yet here he was, offering something precious enough to save a life. Why?
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