There were a lot of blanks in his past. The snippets that got through only pissed him off, set a burning fire in his black eyes. Nameless faces that brought unwelcomed depths of emotion with them, confusion and hate (and yearning) for these strangers, and the most disturbing sensation that he’d been in this situation before. When would it make sense? What was she keeping from him? And why was he here?
Restless was an understatement. He was bored out of his fucking mind with being here. So why didn’t he just leave? It’s not like he was being held captive - anymore.
Yeah, he could’ve left long ago. And he still would. But not until he was done with her. Because he was missing something and she’s the only one that could connect it for him. She was the key. She held everything. And damn did he hate her for it. What was he to her anyway? Just a toy, a mild amusement. Well, that’s fine. So was she.
The hunter and the hunted. They never really knew which of them were which. It’s what he loved about her. And hated about her. They were utterly catastrophic, anyone could see that.
But just give him something to do already. Give him someone to kill, something to hunt, something to taste. It’s what he was created for.
And as always, she must’ve heard these thoughts in those mysterious ways of hers. Because then she was there.
And he was both irritated and inexplicably thrilled. Finally.
“Dagger.”
A cocky half-smile tipped his mouth up and he turned his head to look at her over a boned shoulder. What’s he been doing? His eyes glittered and his smirk grew just a tad. “Not you, unfortunately, so it can’t have been that interesting.” And that was true enough. Of course he was fine with not telling her what he’d been doing, if he even would have at all. Better that she not know. Better that he not need to lie to her - or attempt it.
He turned slowly, blue-galaxy legs gliding him nearer, sliding in close enough to feel her warmth, smell her, almost taste her. His lips spread smiling whispers over the soft tissue beside her jaw, nearly feeling her and definitely wanting to. Just a tease, though. Mostly for himself. ”Come to remedy that yet?” One day, he'd have her. If he wanted. And it'd be fucking fantastic.
Your heart is like a renegade, hard to save. Settle down but never stay.
Who's to say that I am not to blame
