Page 33 of Nemesync
My beautifulLittle Nightmarewhose existence echoes through the dark corners of my soul. My muse of chaos and beauty, haunting my dreams.
This little nickname was perfect for her.
And I was sure of that when those amber eyes threatened to burn me during this training.
Attraction and competition are a really fucked up mix.
I wanted to kill her, but first, I wanted to see how she would defend herself. I wanted to win, but against her strength, not her weakness.
Our training continued, each clash of blades and every shot fired amplifying this attraction to her. “You’re too slow. If this is the best you can do, you won’t last a minute out there.”
Her eyes shot bullets at me. Brown again, I see fucking brown again, only brown.
“Maybe I’m just waiting for the right moment to strike, Elijah. You should learn a thing or two about strategy and when to make a good first move, just saying.”
My blade nicked her arm as I closed in on her. I needed to see red, and I needed it now.
“Your moves are too predictable,” I sneered, her frustration fueling my desire to make her angrier, “I could read you like an open book with the way you’re reacting, Zanae.”
She glanced at her cut and then back at me, smiling. Fuck.Brown, not red anymore. “So, you can read?”
Her amber eyes bore into mine, it’s like she knew I was fighting my own self to not bend her over and spank the shit out of her because of that filthy mouth she has.
“You don’t know how much I’ll appreciate ruining you,Milaya.”
We transitioned back to firearm training again. I watched her closely, my eyes assessing her every move, to make sure she was learning. “Remember, it’s not just about pulling the trigger, it’s about how you handle it, and you seem scared of this gun.”
“Don’t provoke me when I have something that could kill you in my hands,” she replied, red cheeks, fiery eyes.Beautiful.
I couldn’t help but smile at her. So insolent. “I could kill you before you even think about pulling the trigger, Zanae.”
Maybe, just maybe, she had the potential to be an asset. A dangerous one, even for me. Especially for me.
The desire to outdo each other, to prove superiority, was so palpable that I could feel it, taste it, fucking touch it.
After that session, she retrieved her things and Nikolai drove her back to Miranda’s café. She winked at me before getting into Nikolai’s car.
She. Just Winked. At. Me.
And I lost every capacity to breathe.
No more brown. Now it’s black.
Her vanilla scent, her face, and her attitude were the epitome of torture for me. The thing is, I thrived in pain
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ZANAE
After four hours of training, my body feels like it’s been through a battlefield.
Every muscle is literally protesting, and I’m quite sure I’ve discovered new sore spots I didn’t even know existed before on my body.
Elijah Volkov is a tyrant.
How did I manage not to shoot him during the firearm session with his little smirk and provocation? It’s been days, and I don’t think I’ll succeed in not killing him. Self-control is a bitch. I should’ve shot him last time I had the opportunity.
Nikolai’s voice brings me back to reality, “I’m just going to park and take a call, and I’ll join you.”
