Killian
Thered-headedmaleinfront of me has grated on my nerves since the first moment he opened his idiotic mouth, a few hours ago. I don’t give a damn if he’s Kahlya’s cousin or the fucking High General of the human army that we need on our side like we need air.
He is an arrogant, presumptuous son of a bitch who is currently leaning way too close tomy female.
His grubby hand is leaning casually against the back of Aimee’s chair, his fingers a hair’s breadth away from glorious skin that he is not worthy of ever touching.
She is a vesper vision in nuances more precious than the rarest gemstones I have in my treasury in Sangeries. Her beautiful chocolate locks caress the sides of her face like precious waves of darkness framing a fucking masterpiece, and this stupid shit of a human is sullying them with his closeness.
You don’t fucking touch a masterpiece.
Youworshipit.
You stare at it with reverence and with the humble understanding of your own insignificance in the presence of such perfection.
But you don’t fucking touch it.
Unless you are me.
My fingers itch to wrap around her mane, to pull her tight against me and claim her in front of him. To shatter any asinine belief he might have that he actually stands a chance with her.
But I don’t.
All I do is clench my fists at my side, a vein throbbing painfully in my temple as I repeat my earlier question.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Aimee straightens in her seat, her eyes narrowing slightly at me, while a scoff escapes her luscious lips that I haven’t tasted in way too long. My shadows churn against my skin, as to remind me it’s no one’s Akaoridamn fault but mine.
“Discussing politics,” she answers straight-faced, just as the ginger dipshit says with a laugh, “Sharing secrets.”
“Which one is it, then?” I ask as I take a seat across the table from them. It doesn’t escape me that he conveniently occupied the seat next to Aimee, leaving me to stare at this undesirable proximity. I would love nothing more than to break every bone in his way too fragile human body, but it would probably be a declaration of war I can’t afford right now.
“Can’t it be both?” the male answers my question with one of his own, and I grit my teeth in annoyance.
“Mael was telling me they possess the last dragon in existence, Killian. Did you even know that dragons were real?” Aimee leans over the table toward me, whispering in astonishment.
“We don’t possess K’haram, sweetheart. He is not a possession but a magical force of nature that guides us and grants us his infinite wisdom and connection to this land. We revere him as a God because it is throughhis mercy and goodwill that we flourished in Reweroth, that Azwrah was built and we found peace and serenity away from both your races.”
Did he just fucking call her sweetheart right in front of my face?
Does he have a death wish?
Aimee’s cheeks color in sheepishness, and she turns to the cursed human, touching his forearm gently.
“Oh no, Mael, I meant no disrespect. Forgive me if my word choice offended you.”
I stare at her hand on his arm until angry red spots swim in my vision, and the urge to throttle the bastard overpowers me when he wraps his slimy fingers around her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Such a striking creature as yourself could never offend me, sweetheart. But K’haram is sensitive to wording, and if you are to meet him like my cousin and Celine desire, you should be aware of his peculiarities.”
Strike motherfucking two. I am really starting to lose my patience here, and I know I’m being a huge ass hypocrite right now. Because I’ve been doing nothing but pushing Aimee away for the last several weeks. Might as well have been pushing her directly into the arms of this human twat, but come hell or high water, she ismine.
I will not stand here like a loser while some nobody sweet-talksmy female.
My shadows pool at my feet, writhing in anticipation, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. They hate this stupid dinner just as much as I do, and it gives me solace that I’ve finally found some common ground with my shadow self. We’ve been at odds since the showdown with Aurora, and it’s only gotten worse since he’s started fucking Shadow Aimee every chance he gets.
It’s a whole new level of messed up to feel deep to my very core, every little pleasure he wrings out of her shadow double, while I deprive myself of the same rapture. It makes me wonder for mere moments why I am puttingmyself through this form of hell, when I clearly still yearn for her with all my wretched being.
