As she looked at the shadow singer, she could see his hazel eyes bore in to her. Every inch of her felt like trembling. But she wouldn't give in. She will no longer tremble in the hands of no one. Her past made sure you crawled out it fighting. With the moon light she could see it shine off his face. Enchanting was all she could think of. But his eyes. His eyes were his best.
"What did you just do? " he rasped
"Nothing. I did nothing." She replied
They continued to stare down at each other until felt she had enough and looked the other way. Trying to move away. Azriel took her her arm and her chin, facing her towards him again. His face stone-cold.
"Tell me the truth."
"There is no truth to tell. I came here to get some air. I haven't been to many Social events in a while. As you have seen my place."
"Your hair is a mess. Your ice-cold. Now tell me what happened" he commanded.
"Leave me to be and go back to the ball. They will notice the person they are hosting it for is missing. So will others." She said rolling her eyes. Her voice shuddering, still trying to shake off the events of earlier.
"Your rather stubborn for someone who decided to take a trip down and winnow herself into the same room. Scaring me half to death that my shadows made me winnow here only to see you fall and disappear." He snapped, frowning, worry in his eyes.
"What's the point of asking me when your shadows tell you everything." She said sarcastically, trying to moving herself again. The smell of him was intoxicating. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, every inch of him towering over her.
" How did you winnow? As of now, no one is aware you could do that. And who are you talking to."
" I don't know. I don't know how I did it. What happened or what are you referring to? " she sighed.
Azriel continued to peer down at her. The height difference, wanted to make her laugh. He was so tall. She felt like a child compared to him. She felt the bond tugging at her. Wanting her to touch him, feel him and taste him. But she couldn't. Like a forbidden fruit. He was what she wanted, what she craved . Who she was made for. Their is rage, power and personalities forged to create two sides to a coin. But alas never could be together. He loved another. He didn't even recognise the bond. His mate. It showed that she wasn't worthy of him. That she was wrong. She didn't deserve him. And he didn't deserve her.
Slowly she began to move away. Swaying from him. Lightheaded from being enchanted by him. He grips her wrists. "Where are you going." He breathes. "Away. You need to make your way back to your party." She tried to shake him off her arm. But he grips on tighter. "Your bleeding" his voice no louder than a whisper.
"It's nothing" she peered down at her arm. She hadn't realise how deep the cut was and how much she had bled. It might scab up in a few hours or need stitches.
"It's not nothing. Let me at least get you a bandage. There should be something back upstairs." He steers her out the door. But she halts.
The stairs on the mountain are a mix of colours. Dark purple, navy blue, black and dark grey. The material jagged rough and some of its smooth. She looks at the staircase. Having the option to go up or down.
She wanted to go away. To be alone, something that she had become accustomed too. But with Azriel's hand around her wrist was like lighting shooting through her. Feeling electrocuted . Making her feel like she's living. Not a ghost. Alive, breathing and in front of him. " It really isn't necessary to go through all the trouble to bandage this up. Just go back to your party and I'll do it myself when I get back to my room." She murmured, while moving her eyes from him towards the stair case leading down. A nice long walk to the house. Some fresh air to help her clear her head and her feelings. Sorting herself out before she got in trouble.
Azriel eyes followed hers and turned towards the stairs case. There was silence for a few minutes as he thought. She slowly felt helpless and dread on what he was thinking. "Well looks like we are going for a walk. I'm not letting you walk back alone. Not in this state." His voice went quiet on the last sentence. She picked up on his worry. He worried that she might end up hurting herself more or worse.
Their eyes briefly met. A spark of understanding flashed in his eyes. His shadows settling around him. He was enchanting, dangerous and a safe haven. As they turned towards the stairwell, Azriel takes his jacket off and covers her, her goose bumped skin embraces the warmth. She nuzzles into the jacket breathing in his scent, it was so strong, like a drug, it made her feel safer. Making the noise in her mind fall to silence. Allowing her to think. Tying to remember how she ended up like this.
When they made it down the stairs of the house of wind and exit the tunnel. The crisp cold air rushes past her face. Taking her thick curly hair behind her. Leaving her neck exposed to the cold. She inhaled the cold air, breathing it in like to was her salvation, refreshing her. Taking away the pain and suffering away. Carrying it far away. But it always managed to make its way back. Little did she know. Azriel was watching her every move. He extended his hand for her to grab. An invitation, her heart skipped a beat as she held onto him a and shot into the night sky.
