‘What exactly are you getting at,sissy?’ I hissed, enjoying how badly she wanted me to notice the change in her.
The hate in her eyes made me giggle. They always exposed her emotions so openly, like she hadn’t yet understood they were windows to her soul. That kind of vulnerability should be guarded, though she seemed unaware of it even while she was clearly evolving.
‘What happened to you to spark such drastic change? Did somebody take your dummy?’ I asked when she hadn’t responded.
Flames burst from Ava’s hands, winding around her forearms, aggressive and ready to strike.
What the fuck?
‘Fuck you, Willow. I hope the shadow dragon eats you,’ she shrilled before slamming the door.
A tad immature, though I would have done the same.
Feeling slightly better after what must have been hours of healing from various medics, I exited the room, since I was forced to find my escape route on my own.
Nobody stopped me when I made my way through the corridor, down the squeaky stairs and eventually outside. In fact, it was so quiet that if it weren’t for seeing Ava minutes ago, I would have assumed I was alone.
Warm air rushed through my hair, tossing it around in a pattern that felt strangely indecisive. This whole island was weird. It felt sinister, like at some point it would try to get rid of me by pushing me off the edge or opening a crater beneath my feet.
And where was the sun?
This bluish light couldn’t compete with the strong rays that usually tended my skin so deliciously I changed hues. And the grass—it had to be black. It wasn’t a problem with my eyesight since I had seen Ava’s irises clearly.
Turning the corner, a man sat on a cushioned sofa in the corner of a wide porch overlooking a hilly meadow.
Maybe he could get me out.
Fixing my unruly blond strands, I started to walk toward him, swaying my hips ever so slightly. The moment he noticed me, his eyes lit up and his shoulders tensed.
Men tended to think women were the prey. They never realised that when I set my sights on them, they were already caught.
Some traps didn’t even require magic. All it took was the right look, the right tilt of the head, and they would walk willingly into it.
‘Enjoying the view?’ I asked, stopping a few feet away and arching in a way that accentuated my figure.
‘I didn’t mean to gawk,’ he claimed, while his hungry eyes remained on my bosom.
Warmth spread through my body, settling low in my belly at his undivided attention. I didn’t particularly like him, but he would serve his purpose.
You will worship me.
‘It’s alright; I meant the scenery. Not that I didn’t enjoy you looking at me.' The faint hoarseness in my voice broke his arms out in goosebumps.
How easily he fell into my clutches. It was almost pitiful.
His throat bobbed before his widened eyes moved onto my hips. ‘Did you? You like to be observed?’
A snicker escaped me. ‘I like to be ravaged actually, but observing will do in a pinch.’
He tried to discreetly adjust himself, and I gawked shamelessly. What was he hiding?
‘Cocky much?’ he asked, catching my stare. ‘I’ve never seen you here before. Who are you?’
Smiling, I decided on the version easiest to digest. ‘My sister resides here. Maybe you’ve met her. Avari?’
‘Interesting. You’re not related to the Nightborns, right?’ he asked, twitching in his seat.
Looking deep into his obsidian eyes, I darted my tongue across the side of my bottom lip. ‘Not an ounce of Nightborn in me.’
