Maybe not. Personally, she didn’t like to be alone when she was angry. She preferred to have someone there to hear her howl in frustration.
So did akri.
Uncertain what to do, she crept slowly toward his room. It got worse. He was now shouting.
“I hate her! I hate everything! Damn you all! Damn me! Damn it!”
Eyes wide, she hoped he didn’t hate her, too. Was someone else in the room with him?
If they were, they weren’t saying anything.
Maybe he needed someone to shout with him like she did when she was furious.
Biting her lip, she decided to peek in and see what exactly was going on. So she teleported into his room, then drew up short at the last thing she expected.
Never before had she seen akri-Thorn as a demon.
Oh my!
He was incredibly handsome. Kind of like a Charonte except his eyes were more of a dragon’s with their yellow hue and slit pupils. And his skin held a glittery quality to it. Still, she appreciated how beautimous he was in this form. Much betterer than his normal human body.
But the moment he saw her, he calmed himself.
“Simi … what are you doing here?”
“You’re hurts. The Simi felts it and was afraid the evil Malachai had bushed you again.”
He scowled at her for a second, then smiled. “Ambushed me you mean?”
“That’s what the Simi said.”
Sighing heavily, he returned to his human form. “No, Simi. I wasn’t attacked. At least not physically. My heart’s been ripped out of my chest.”
That made no sense to her. His heart was where it belonged. “Your heart’s still in your chest, but it hurts.” She could feel his pain inside herself. “What happened?”
He looked away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okays.” She picked up a vase near her and threw it against the wall where it shattered into pieces and added more debris to the stone floor. “We’ll break things, then, until you feel betterer.”
Thorn laughed at her actions that mimicked what he’d been doing on her arrival. He’d absolutely trashed his bedroom.
Leave it to Simi to make him smile given the severe heartbreak he’d just suffered.
She paused to look at him. “Why you stop, akri-Thorn? Aren’t we going to break more things?”
He wanted to, but … “It’s not really helping.” And it was making a huge mess in his room.
Hands on her hips, she pressed her lips together. “What can the Simi do to help if it don’t mean breaking more stuff in here?”
Such an innocent question that it made pain, bitter and aching, tear through him. “There’s nothing to be done, Sim. The woman I love hates me and wants nothing to do with me ever again.”
The color faded from her face. “Oh akri-Thorn … Simi is so, so sorry. That’s the horriblest.” Pouting, she stepped into his arms and gave him the sweetest hug he’d ever received. “Why she being so mean to you when you’re so sweet?”
“Because I’m not sweet. I’m not even really kind. I’m an awful, horrific beast and she knows it.”
“That not truth. The Simi know her akri-Thorn.” She looked up at him with a sincere stare that cut him to the bone. “Simi’s known you forever. You always the bestest. Only akri betterer and only because he’s the Simi’s akri.”
How he wished that was the truth. But in his heart, he knew the angry side of him that he’d inherited from his real father. Even though he did his best to deny and ignore it, he was the son of Noir.
