The way she looked up at me, her eyes full of raw intensity. I was stunned, truly held captive by her in that playful moment between us.
My night was set, I hadn't intended to stop her going to the party, I bought the snacks as a possibility that she might back down from her plan, so we both had snacks for the evening if necessary. But as she looked up at me, I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and hold her until we slept. Too inhale her sweet scent, and feel her against me as we were earlier.
I knew what happened at house parties, I had been to them, experienced them. I knew tonight could go wrong in a few ways and right in only one, and even then that wasn't a way I wanted it to go.
The look she was giving me, it wasn't a look between friends. That was a look of need, desire. Something she had never wanted from me. At that moment the thought occurred to me, maybe she wasn't the one looking at me right now, maybe it was the witch. Amii was too innocent. She never had enough experience to look that needy.
I pulled away from her at the thought of Aphador, seeing her hurt expression, I pulled her to her feet and fixed her with a kiss to her hand. She squeezed mine momentarily then I watched as she took to the stairs.
I knew when she would next come down I wasn't going to like what I saw. I braced myself, took a breath and part of me wished I wasn't here to see her off.
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Soul Master
FantasíaNine years on from Zayne's story. Amelie's birthday is one of anticipation and worry as she finally reclaims the bond of a Dark Spirit she knows nothing about. Her story is one of manipulation, loneliness and control. RULE NUMBER 2: ALL SPIRITS LIE...
