Page 48 of Nemesync
I watched her for those twenty minutes, analyzing the way her chest would rise and down, her fingers caressing her own arm like she was comforting herself.
Only, whenever she does it, her flames disappear from her honey eyes. Her gaze is empty,lifeless.
I know that gaze. I’ve seen it far too many times.
It’s death. And myLittle Nightmarecouldn’t die.
What the hell is going on inside your head, Zanae?
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ZANAE
The Devil shows up, donning a black suit with the top button of his shirt undone. Our gazes collide, and he smiles proudly as if aware of the irritation he would cause to me even before arriving.
Animosity and irritation fuel my steps as I approach him.
He shouldn’t be here.
It was supposed to be only Nikolai and me.
And I can’t stand how he’s making himself so comfortable.
“Is it too hot in hell for you to come here?” I ask, trying to maintain my role with perfection.
His gaze meets mine, icy yet strangely amused. “Pretty annoying to be alone there. What about you? I thought you preferred burying yourself in books.”
Jerk.
A smile tugs at my lips. “Always out when there are assholes to hunt.”
We must keep up appearances, keep it casual and low-key okay Z?
I try to keep smiling as if we’re just having a normal conversation with someone normal. But it wasn’t the case.
“I hope I am your next target then,” he grins, taking a sip of his vodka.
“Maybe you forgot, but I have better things to do. You’re just in my way.”
“Is that so? Try and move me.”
I draw closer, pressing the hidden blade I retrieved from my bag against his chest, my other hand gripping his neck suggestively to conceal our true interaction.
He felt warm between my hands, the ink covering his neck was silky, velvety,lethal.
“Move, Elijah. I’m on a mission,” I murmur against his neck, my fingers trailing lightly over his skin.
I can feel his heartbeat just beside his Adam’s apple.
So calm, even when I threaten him.
He takes another sip, unfazed, his hand finding its way to my bare back, pulling me closer brutally, my blade cutting through the fabric of his shirt.
“Zanae, next time you grip my neck like that, you better finish it and suffocate me with your mouth,” he says, his fingers tracing my spine before stopping at the nape of my neck where my pulse beats. “And remember, I’m watching you. Keep those pretty amber eyes less flirty if you don’t want me to burn down this whole place,” he whispers against my ear, biting my ear-lobe slowly before departing to join Niko.
I’m left alone, flushed, angry, furious.
Why is he like this?
