The Assassin And The King [Completed]

|Chapter Twenty-Six : Giver Of The Scars|

▪︎ Valerian Kingston ▪︎

The first ten minutes, I was like a statue, not moving an inch from the place I stood since Kaitlyn left. The next ten minutes, it took my brain to process what just happened.

The minutes after that, everything finally sunk into my hard skull.

And when it did, what a chaos it was.

To think I'd refrained myself for centuries only to be bought down to this. I didn't even know I couldn't compulse her. Not that I'm complaining. Not even the littlest.

The taste of Kaitlyn's lips were still embedded on mine and despite the fact that I'd like to think I am a sane person, I couldn't help the feeling of insanity seeping into my bones every time I thought of how her lips had felt.

A groan left my mouth as it dawned upon me about how much more I could do with that kiss if only I wasn't so stunned over my mind.

Still am, if I'm being very honest.

What bothers me the most though is, even after knowing that there was no more way to hide the mate bond from her, I couldn't help but feel like a weight had been lifted off my shoulder. I am almost happy I don't have to hide it anymore and that is very disturbing.

Because if I'm not pretending, I could end up doing the stupidest things around her. Which might put her in danger. But it seems that's the only way since my mate is too smart to fall for my baseless excuses anymore.

"Dude, why do you look like you just got attacked by a hyena?" Marilla asked entering the library with Kane following shortly behind her.

I stared at them as if they were creatures from another planet. I suddenly felt too dumb to decipher their words.

"Kit-Kat was off to meeting you. Did she say something to you, man? I've never seen you so....disoriented." Kane raised a brow my way but I just remained quite as my mind flashed with the images of her hands holding my face, her lips molding over mine.

Kaitlyn did more than say, alright!

Running a frustrated hand through my hair, I ignored the vampire and the siren and attempted to walk past them but just before I could get out, my brain registered on something.

"Kane," I turned to the vampire with a blank look, "Don't call her Kit-Kat."

Kane turned to Marilla with a confused look who just smirked in reply.

As my footsteps faded into the hallway, I heard her faint murmur, "He's so whipped."

And for the first time, I couldn't agree less.

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▪︎ Kaitlyn Winchester ▪︎

"Ah! what was wrong with you, Kaitlyn?!" I screamed into my pillow as the midnight pulled in.

Everyone was sleeping. Everyone except me.

Even after the whole day passed, all I could think was why I kissed Valerian Kingston.

That wasn't even the plan! I was to make him agree to compel me and when it wouldn't work, I'd have busted his lie. But no, I had to go act all seductive and kiss him!

The most annoying thing was I couldn't even bring myself to regret it.

I've kissed men before. Numerous times. But this time, it just felt. . .

'MIND-NUMBING? FANTASTIC? SENSUAL? OH I COULD GO ON.' Pretty beamed happily but I shut her off because I knew what she said was indeed the truth.

I've never felt like that with anyone. The taste of his mouth still lingered on my tongue making me let out another scream of annoyance into the soft white cushion.