I walkedand walked without direction, until I found myself at the secret door, the one that led to the dungeons.
To the mirror that would take me home.
I did not think twice about opening the door, traipsing down the shadowed corridor until I’d found the cell, fully intent on jumping through, until...
“Violet, what are you doing here?” Bane’s voice caught my attention from the couch. He looked a bit worse for wear, but he was still hot as hell, his disheveled dark hair falling in his eyes, his pale skin glistening in the light.
“I could ask you the same thing,” I said as I stopped in my tracks.
The mirror called me, and I wanted to jump.
But I knew rash decisions were not the best decisions, and I could feel Bane’s energy. He was tired, low on energy.
Our last tryst must have drained him too, but why?
Usually it was the opposite.
But he looked as tired as I felt, and something in his gaze softened my anxious heart.
I walked over to where he sat on the velveteen couch, and he scooted over, the blanket he’d been under falling off to reveal his shirtless, defined chest. The sight caused my insides to twist, my own blood to boil.
He was breathtaking like this.
“I just... wanted to be alone for a little while. To think,” he said softly as his fingers traced little lines over the back of my hand. Tiny pricks of electricity sparked my magic, and I let my own fingers touch him, soaking up his fire.
I wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth.
To fall into his arms and close my eyes and just... forget.
About lost princesses, about leaving Blackthorn, about being a stolen Fae child.
I wanted to forget about the life I’d lived and loved with my parents while my mother, the queen, mourned the loss of me.
Tears prickled my eyes again, and I brushed them away.
“Hey,” he said soothingly as he pulled me into his lap. “What’s wrong?” His voice was like smooth caramel, warm and luxurious, and his gaze was just as so.
I looked into his eyes, the gold flecks there reminding me of the fire sprite I’d followed to the cursed forests only weeks ago.
A strange sort of desire overcame me, a new awakening of sorts as I remembered my vision.
Of Bane in the fire.
Of his arms around me as I laid there cold and drained.
How he warmed me, carried me to safety.
How he was always so protective, like a true knight in shining armor.
With pretty little bat wings and sparkly tattoos.
How he was always open, and kind, and in tune to my needs.
I fell into Bane like a falling star, crushing my lips to his with need.
He startled at my response, but eased up quickly, his tongue responding the words he couldn’t speak.
I settled my hands on his face as I pulled him closer, leaning back against the edge of the couch arm.
