Page 95 of Nemesync
His eyes reflected relief, and desire. They mirrored possessiveness and control.
Mine echoed gratitude and curiosity. They emulated the craving I felt when he was on the line.
I gazed at this man like he was exactly what I needed my whole life, like he was the only one bringing back my dead soul to life again. Like he was the only one who could take control of me, even the darkest and most twisted parts.
But Niko caught me. And he just smiled as if he was grateful for me to be more open toward his best friend. He smiled at me because he saw in my gaze that I changed my view on Elijah Volkov. My eyes betrayed vulnerability toward him, and Niko was aware of that change.
After that, he left for the night, kissing my palm softly and hugging his best friend with a smirk, “I’m off now. Don’t kill each other, and maybe try getting some rest for once.”
The room seemed to shrink, leaving only Elijah and me. I tried to unravel what I felt toward the man in front of me.It felt like our connection was just the brutal result of twofractured souls finding that momentary peace in animosity and the darkness of someone else.
It might be more than attraction after all.
I wasn’t even sure about the kind of relationship we shared. I think we moved past the point where he wanted to kill me, but you never know with him.
My skin started to shiver and as I lifted my head, I saw the reason behind it.
Elijah was looking at me, not at my appearance, he was staring at the deepest part of me, and I didn’t feel like hiding anything right now.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, slowly.
How am I feeling?
I don’t know.
I have my knees up to my chest, hugging myself like I need it to survive, and I just look back at him. No words were needed for him to understand how I felt; he had learned to read me. Maybe Elijah pretended too, seeing the truth behind my lies. He suffered as well. I can see it and feel it, and it breaks my heart.
I don’t know why, but it’s painful to know it.
He came closer and lowered his voice even more, “He’s dead Zanae.”
“You know, for the devil, you’re not so bad,” I replied, my voice barely audible.
He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Still sticking to that,Milaya?”
“It sounds nice. Thanks for not denying it.”
“Well, I’ve been called worse.”
Why was it hurting thinking about the way people treated him? He was the one keeping that reputation, it shouldn’t hurt, and I shouldn’t feel sorry for him.
There was a brief pause, and my patience snapped.
“Elijah, I need to know.”
His gaze intensified, the green turned little by little to black, but he was guarded. “Zanae...”
“I just want to know why.”
His features softened, “It’s not that simple.”
I smiled almost desperately and nodded, “Nothing with you ever is.” Leaning into the sofa, I steadied myself before confessing, “I’m not as fragile as you think. Don’t hold back.”
He was studying me, peeling back layers and layers of lies that defined myself, before replying, “I’ve noticed,Little nightmare.”
Again.Little nightmare.
Confronting this shattered soul before me, I’m at a loss of words, not knowing where to begin, which piece of him to choose and understand first.
