[Carys] Morana didn’t know much about the museum master and I didn’t force her to speak, even if she was hiding some information about him. Kian doesn’t believe a word she says and, from his perspective and his knowledge about this land of no laws, maybe he was right to doubt her. It is possible that every word she said was made up. Lies based on rough reality. Yet the pain I saw in her eyes was real. Tears could be faked, but only sheer pain could have created the blankness in her eyes. Nox said that he once followed the museum master after an auction. The farthest he could tail him was till a small city known as Wordswood. It was also known as ville de la littérature or the City of literature. One could find every book to exist in the world in Wordswood. Although he wasn’t sure where exactly to find this museum master. There were no museums far and wide in or around that city. “So according to them, that creepy logo could belong to a mafia who carries books instead of guns? And
[Carys]It took my mind a while to realize what was happening while my instincts were already doing what should be done in that situation.“Kian, it’s ok,” I said in a calm tone, forcing a smile on my face. “It’s alright. Take slow, deep breaths with me, ok?” I guided him through the breaths, inhaling and exhaling at count of four. I held his hands tightly. “I am here with you. This is going to pass. Breathe with me, hmm?” I nodded.He nodded. Eventually, his breaths slowed down.“Tell me five things you can see,” I said.He glanced around, “laptop, table, documents, bed, you.”I smiled, “good. Now, any four things you can touch.”“Couch…” he took a deep breath and then gulped. His hands tightened around mine. “Your hands, your shirt, and your nails.”“Ok, fair enough,” I smiled again. “Any three things you can hear?”“Your breaths… your heartbeats… and your voice.”I chuckled awkwardly, “right? Good. Two things you can smell.”“Your shampoo… your scent.”I nodded once. “Ok. One thing
[Carys]“What is your full name?” Verity asked Nox, sitting on the backseat with Morana and Nox. Nox sat in between Verity and Morana. They weren’t cuffed anymore, at least not physically. Nalini had put some invisible shackling spell on them. If they tried to run away or use magic to attack us, they would get a shock strong enough to turn them unconscious within seconds. I bet Kian would decapitate them faster with his bare hands if a situation like that arose.“N. O. X.” Nox said grumpily.“Getting funny with me, boy?” Verity said gruffly.Nox rolled his eyes.“Look lady! Nox is all anyone has ever called me. Nox is my full name. Alright. Yeah, but if the captain marries me, I can add Drownlord behind my name.”“Get funny with me, lad. I’ll throw ye right off my ship,” Morana said testily. She stared outside the window as the houses sprinted back.“What’s your age?” Verity asked Nox.“Nineteen,” Nox grunted in the typical teenager tone.“What else can you do except for manipulating
[Carys] (TW: Mention of drug and alcohol abuse. Not detailed.) * * * “Ok,” I said, turning around to look into his eyes. Kian cocked a brow. “Ok?” “Yeah. Well, we can share a bed or a couch and I can assure you, I’ll still feel nothing for you. So, I don’t have a problem,” I shrugged, trying to mollify the unbreathable scorching air between us. “It’s not like something is going to happen between us, anyway.” All he did was take a small step closer to me, but it felt as if he had pulled me into his embrace. Our breath tangled together as if they didn’t even want the inch gap between us. “What makes you so sure that nothing’s gonna happen… between us?” It was his eyes I peered into, but didn’t even realize when I was lost in every little detail of his handsome face. Holding his gaze, I replied. “I won’t allow it,” I said simply. No smile had been as painful as the one that tore across my scorching face. “Like you said, the attraction or whatever the hell we feel for each ot
[Carys]My knees felt weak as he ran his hand up my inner thighs. His knuckles brushed past my soaked panties. I breathed through my clenched teeth, trying hard not to moan. My bra and my shirt hung on the chain of the handcuffs between our wrists. My pants were on the rim of the bathtub. I ran my hand through my hair, clenching them in my fist.He massaged my inner thighs. A cruel burn erupted as sparks sprawled across my body.He was on his knees, his face right against my crotch. Holding my gaze, he pulled down my panties to my ankles. Inhaling my arousal, he smirked, “you are dripping wet for me, love. Don’t forget there’s something you need to prove. Restrain yourself. You don’t want me. You can’t want me and you definitely can’t have me. Keep telling all that to yourself and maybe then your sweet pussy is going to be under your control. As for now, I think I am the one in control and I am not even using the brand.”I frowned, glaring through my daze. I know I would have come u
[Carys] (TW: Reader’s discretion required.) * * * I sat on the edge of the bed. I had made several trips to the window, slid the curtain just a little and looked at the billboard, but it read the same about the fortune freshener. ‘Do you not remember your nightmares, belladonna?’ For reasons unknown, my body reacted adversely to those words, especially belladonna. I heard the door open. My body froze for a second as my heart almost leapt out of my chest. But my heartbeats settled down just as quickly as Kian’s scent filled the room. My eyes were still fixed on the wooden flooring as I felt the bed sink on the other side. I shut my eyes, relief washing over my restless heart. “Come here,” his voice came from behind me. I turned around and glanced at him. He was lying on the bed, his one arm folded under his head. He patted the bed with his other hand. I rolled my eyes in annoyance at the way my heart skipped a beat. A weird combination of emotions taking over me. But I
[Kian]To kill someone in someone else’s dream using a jinxed weapon, in terms of dark magic, meant erasing all the memories that person had of the other in their life. It would be a small painless amnesia for Carys, but if Ruin’s dagger had pierced my chest in Carys’ dream, I would have been erased from even the smallest fragments of her memories. It’d be as if I never existed in her life.Ruin had possessed me in Carys’ memories, so Zarek manifested himself in Carys’ dream using the dream link (handcuffs) Carys had put on herself and me. I had been monitoring Carys while she slept. The psychiatrist who Carys talked to was a doctor from Xafran, an expert Hexist. She told me that Carys’ nightmares were being hexed by two different dark manas. One hex had already been weakened and removed by the other dominant one that had been spreading in her mind.But Carys never remembered her nightmares, so the Hexist suggested that I enter her dream through the dream link and see what actually w
[Kian] Sitting on the edge of the bed, Carys put on my shirt. She hadn’t spoken a word ever since I asked her about Zara. Something about the heavy change in her aura stopped me from prying deeper at the moment. Thick tension remained hung in the silence between us. After putting on my pants properly, I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. Something about whatever happened between us didn’t feel right suddenly. Apprehension gnawed in my stomach. She got down from the bed, trudged into the bathroom, locking herself inside. Only when she turned on the shower did I sit up on the bed. I picked up her clothes from the bed. ‘Maybe you should have used a condom,’ Zarek said awkwardly. Licking my lips, I let out a sigh, throwing our clothes on the armchair. ‘Maybe she didn’t want it the way it happened?’ Zarek said. ‘You aren’t helping at all right now. You are just making things worse,’ I grunted. ‘It’s about Zara. Something happened, Kian. And from the way her silence felt,