Sold to the Night Lord - Chapter 102: Chapter 102
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She leaves without letting her smile fade, only pausing once to wave her hand in my direction as a farewell. She descends a few steps and the crown of her head disappears. I feel a movement behind my back, and before I can react, Eleazar’s lips whisper in my ear.
"I guess there are wounds in the heart that can’t be seen."
For some reason, that makes me feel furious. I don’t want people thinking my heart is broken—because it’s not. I won’t deny that maybe a small spark of emotion ignited in it, and Cassian himself made sure to douse it with a bucket of cold water, but it wasn’t love. No, love isn’t like that.
"My heart is intact."
I turn, lifting my chin so I can look him in the eyes better.
"I don’t believe that," he says mockingly.
"I don’t care what you believe."
Without breaking eye contact, he takes a step forward, and his chest brushes against mine. I have to tilt my head to see him properly.
"You think I can’t read you, but I know you care too much about pretending Cassian doesn’t affect you." He licks his lower lip. "And he does. A lot, actually."
"You have no idea."
He tilts his head to be closer to my height. His nose grazes mine, and the scent of apples tickles under my nostrils. One hand grabs my elbow, and the other presses against the small of my back until we’re so close not even a pin could fit between us. Panic and the urge to run activate inside my body. To my dismay, no one but Cassian has ever made me feel safe in their arms. Eleazar won’t be the exception.
"If I kissed you, would you feel something?" His lips hover mere inches from mine. "Or would you be imagining him?"
"What am I? A damn game between the two of you?"
"It’s a shame he met you first," he says, ignoring my questions. "When I saw you for the first time at his table, I knew you’d be his downfall, and I think I wasn’t wrong. He’s going mad trying to reach you." The hand on my elbow slides up to my wrist, his fingers pressing it as if he’s monitoring my pulse. "I wonder what would happen if you allowed yourself other options. Would you be my downfall too? Would you lead me to war? Destroy me? I think you were born to bring chaos."
"Stop talking, Eleazar," I say through clenched teeth.
"In just a couple of months, you’ve brought him to ruin. You don’t even realize the power you have."
"I don’t have any power." I try to pull away. "You just want to find a way to hurt him, and you think I’m the answer."
"You have power over him. You’ll come to realize it."
"You sound like a madman."
"I thought those were the ones you liked."
His lips try to brush mine; however, I’m quick and take a step back. I hurry away—I don’t want to be near him any longer. I look for the stairs to descend to the cabins and enter mine, slamming the door shut. I lean against it and take a deep breath.
I don’t know what I hate more—whether it’s the fact that Eleazar seems to want something more from me or that a pair of blue eyes crossed my mind when I felt the threat of other lips on mine.
A hysterical laugh escapes me. I bury my fingers in my hair and pull at it. I look at myself in the cracked mirror and keep laughing, caught in the irony. I don’t know what I did in another life to deserve such a sentence, because without a doubt, the desire of a vampire is not a good thing. They are vile, obsessive, insatiable beings, and I’m afraid I don’t have enough to give.
"You don’t even realize the power you have."
I don’t feel powerful. On the contrary, there are other words that fit better: ruin, chaos, disaster, death.
"I guess there are wounds in the heart that can’t be seen."
For some reason, that makes me feel furious. I don’t want people thinking my heart is broken—because it’s not. I won’t deny that maybe a small spark of emotion ignited in it, and Cassian himself made sure to douse it with a bucket of cold water, but it wasn’t love. No, love isn’t like that.
"My heart is intact."
I turn, lifting my chin so I can look him in the eyes better.
"I don’t believe that," he says mockingly.
"I don’t care what you believe."
Without breaking eye contact, he takes a step forward, and his chest brushes against mine. I have to tilt my head to see him properly.
"You think I can’t read you, but I know you care too much about pretending Cassian doesn’t affect you." He licks his lower lip. "And he does. A lot, actually."
"You have no idea."
He tilts his head to be closer to my height. His nose grazes mine, and the scent of apples tickles under my nostrils. One hand grabs my elbow, and the other presses against the small of my back until we’re so close not even a pin could fit between us. Panic and the urge to run activate inside my body. To my dismay, no one but Cassian has ever made me feel safe in their arms. Eleazar won’t be the exception.
"If I kissed you, would you feel something?" His lips hover mere inches from mine. "Or would you be imagining him?"
"What am I? A damn game between the two of you?"
"It’s a shame he met you first," he says, ignoring my questions. "When I saw you for the first time at his table, I knew you’d be his downfall, and I think I wasn’t wrong. He’s going mad trying to reach you." The hand on my elbow slides up to my wrist, his fingers pressing it as if he’s monitoring my pulse. "I wonder what would happen if you allowed yourself other options. Would you be my downfall too? Would you lead me to war? Destroy me? I think you were born to bring chaos."
"Stop talking, Eleazar," I say through clenched teeth.
"In just a couple of months, you’ve brought him to ruin. You don’t even realize the power you have."
"I don’t have any power." I try to pull away. "You just want to find a way to hurt him, and you think I’m the answer."
"You have power over him. You’ll come to realize it."
"You sound like a madman."
"I thought those were the ones you liked."
His lips try to brush mine; however, I’m quick and take a step back. I hurry away—I don’t want to be near him any longer. I look for the stairs to descend to the cabins and enter mine, slamming the door shut. I lean against it and take a deep breath.
I don’t know what I hate more—whether it’s the fact that Eleazar seems to want something more from me or that a pair of blue eyes crossed my mind when I felt the threat of other lips on mine.
A hysterical laugh escapes me. I bury my fingers in my hair and pull at it. I look at myself in the cracked mirror and keep laughing, caught in the irony. I don’t know what I did in another life to deserve such a sentence, because without a doubt, the desire of a vampire is not a good thing. They are vile, obsessive, insatiable beings, and I’m afraid I don’t have enough to give.
"You don’t even realize the power you have."
I don’t feel powerful. On the contrary, there are other words that fit better: ruin, chaos, disaster, death.
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